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Belle thought so as well. A problem could only be truly solved by striking at the root, for tending to the branches alone would merely offer a temporary solution.

"It matters not," Lin said with a shrug, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. "So long as the agreement holds, peace shall remain in this kingdom."

"Right." Belle spoke the word, though she did not truly agree. Yet what could she do in a foreign land? She was but a werewolf, who was she to question their ways?

"Oh, that reminds me. You have yet to tell me about the baby. Shall I be tending to him at your residence, or will he stay with me?" Lin asked, steering the conversation elsewhere. Only then did Belle recall the true purpose of her journey to the kingdom.