#Chapter 96: Reintroductions

Cara’s POV Eamon had such kind words for me and my dress, but he himself is also stunning in his white fitted suit with golden trim along the collar and cuffs. He wore a red vest under his white jacket, with a golden crest of the BloodyMoon pack emblazoned upon it. The gold in the white gives him a sort of regal air. He looks every bit the king that he is. “...That’s a handsome suit,” I tell him during our walk to the ballroom. “A suit fit for a king. And you're the best king, my brother.” Eamon laughs at my compliment. “Thank you! But Trust me, Cara. Of the two of us, I am much less regal in appearance!” “I disagree,” I say. “Then perhaps we should get one of these suits fitted for you,” Eamon says. ...What? He means that I...? I glance at him in surprise. My feet stop as that same surprise takes over my entire body. Eamon had mentioned this topic to me in the past, but I could never quite bring myself to believe that I could really take that seat...？ “Wh