Enzo left the dungeon deep in thought. His steps were steady, his expression unreadable, but inside, his mind was restless. He had mastered the art of hiding his emotions from everyone around him, but even he could not deny the weight pressing against his shoulders.
Too many things were happening at once.
The kingdom was standing on the edge of war, enemies were moving in the shadows, and every decision he made carried the weight of countless lives. Yet, amidst all of that, the one thing that bothered him the most was that he had barely had any time with Bella.
The rumours spreading throughout the kingdom had not died down. The whispers about Arabella having an F-class fertility ranking were still circulating, poisoning the minds of those who already looked down on her. And worse than that, her wolf still had not awakened.
It was becoming a major concern.
Not because he cared about what others thought of her, but because he knew what it meant.
