As soon as Rowena left Gwenyvere's room her hypocritical smile faded.
Being the concubine of the alpha, she was assumed to have a certain power and high range among the rest, which honestly speaking were not of her high esteem.
The click of her shoes echoed throughout the corridor fiercely. She has tolerated the human for quite long now believing the castle wouldn't contain them both another day, only to find out the filthy peasant was spending one more night in Keanne's room.
Rowena entered her chamber where a cup of wine awaited at the table for her and sat down making herself comfortable. Something kept telling her she had to put Gwenyvere under her surveillance and end her stay around the alpha.
After all, It was better to keep an eye on your enemy closely than from afar. She simply had to take the insignificant soul’s destiny into her hands.