I sit at the very top of the palace roof, my legs stretches out, my arms resting behind me as I lean back and let the air hit my skin. I stay still in the quiet, my eyes roaming back and forth at the beautiful night view of the pack.
The moon hangs right over the pack, full and bright, casting down a peaceful atmosphere. I don't come here often but whenever I do, it calms every storm and stops every battle within me.
I get to enjoy my time alone, no council, no guards, no rules. It's just me in my true form, pushing all the pretense away. I slowly inhale basking in my little moment of freedom, where I get to forget about the curse, crown and all the responsibilities pressing in on me.
My eyes keeps roaming around but something caught my attention. A figure is moving in a staggering way, it stops, bends down for a while, before limping out from one of the palace corridors.
