NARRATOR

As Lavinia was perfumed and her brown hair styled, she clenched her teeth tighter and tighter, listening to all that filth.

What that bastard really deserved was to have his balls cut off—she’d take care of that after stealing his magic.

She was led into the hallway with a heavy cloak covering her naked body, walking in silence through the oppressive corridors until she reached a room where all the candidates were gathered.

The chandeliers above cast a soft glow over their nervous, made-up faces. They looked at each other, sizing up their chances. Some shy ones tried to hide in the shadows of the corners.

Lavinia focused on using the little magic she had left to search the corners of this damned castle.

But suddenly, something caught her attention from the second floor, and she looked up.

Through some dark curtains, someone was watching her—she could feel it.

Her brown eyes longed to pierce through the darkness. Was it that perverted Wolf King?

Something about it felt familia