Chapter 177

　　The Sovereign's POV

　　The day had finally come.

　　I dressed in my finest robes, silk as black as a raven's wing, a silver clasp gleaming at my throat. Each fold smelled faintly of cedar smoke from my hearth, a scent of triumph.

　　"Lucien," I called, voice a blade of command.

　　My most loyal hound ...