Regal

"Since the day you were born, you were meant to be this."

Eva stretched forth her hands sideways to allow the maids clustering over her like bees to a honey comb. They were trying to get the twelve feet long royal robe of the werewolf kingdom fixed perfectly on her shoulders. The hellish corset they used this time threatening to restrict all air movement in her soon and she felt like she would be too overwhelmed by all that's happened and collapse.

Her father regally dressed stood before her to motivate her enough until she bore the weight of his crown he would be passing to her today. She was already twenty-three and had made herself believe she was a lone wolf that would soon be in-charge of millions of other wolves. It's been five years since her death and transmigration into this strange world where Ree-ree terrorize each day.