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Nyx felt a little shy in the face of Princess Amber’s excitement.

She didn’t even know her, yet the redhead was chatting nonstop about her realm and her family.

The sorceress’s blue eyes drifted to the serious man standing behind the overly cheerful woman.

That Vincent guy barely said a few words by way of introduction. Just as reserved as the powerful magic he carried, even though he was a Beta Werewolf.

Truth was, Nyx felt more in her element around people like him.

Maybe it was because her first teacher had been her father, and he was so quiet you’d think he’d been made in a silence factory.

But she had always loved how her dad only had the most beautiful words for her mother.

"Why did you fight that beast?" she asked Amber curiously as they stepped into the clearing, where the scent of scorched meat filled the air.

"Because it attacked us out of nowhere, and with deadly intent," Vincent explained.

"It’s a female Drakmor. They’re not native to this territory, but they cros