Ella POV
I had been spending so much time in the capital lately that my father had offered to get me an apartment. The upper levels of our family’s small pack building had bedrooms, and one could easily be converted into a space for me. I had declined, though I knew it might be useful in the future.
I was rarely home these days, splitting my time between Alexander and Elizabeth. Maybe it was because I had grown used to the capital being my home in the original timeline, but I preferred being here—it felt more comfortable.
I had even started to develop a routine.
Alexander had assigned me a personal guard, a young man named James with fiery red hair and broad shoulders. He had a strong, intimidating presence as he followed me a few feet behind, yet I found him reassuring. On
