The execution order had been written, stamped with the royal wax seal, and placed neatly on the corner of the desk.
Diego folded his arms and nodded proudly as if he had just taken down someone in battle with a bullseye.
"Diego." I stared at the parchment in shock. "You...you can't just execute the Alpha of the Ironwood Pack simply because he brought Selena a bouquet of white lilies."
"They're funeral flowers," Diego retorted.
His gaze drifted to the courtyard below the study window and his hands gripped tightly around the windowsill.
"White lilies signify finality," he added. "He's clearly threatening her with a subtle, tragic metaphor."
"They're white lilies because Selena mentioned in her last trade letter that she liked the fragrance!" I exclaimed. "He's attempting a traditiona
