Lunch with the Lycan

As morning sunlight spilled into my room, casting a warm glow on my face, I stretched, arching my back and extending my arms. The yawn that followed was inevitable. My mind began to stir, fixated on the day ahead of our departure. A mix of emotions swirled within me. Excitement to leave this place behind, to escape the painful memories that lingered in every corner, wrestled with the ache of leaving him. The same person who'd brought me heartache was here, and the thought of parting was unbearable. I sat up, my legs dangling over the bed's edge, as the conflicting desires battled for dominance. To flee or to stay the decision felt like a weight on my chest. With a sigh, I reached for my phone on the bedside table, the screen flickering to life as I checked my emails. My eyes scanned the inbox, searching for anything urgent. One subject line caught my attention: "Official Royal Schedule" from King Jayson's email. I tapped on the message, and my eyes widened as I read the details. Lu