Ahh I haven't updated in a while so here I am again! I guess I got overwhelmed with work and school stuff that I couldn't write something without scrapping it so this is what I came out with. I suppose it's just Adralan that I find complicated to write about so this chapter may be kind of choppy/crappy etc…

So I haven't read Wolfcry just yet but I DO know how the story turned out since I don't mind spoilers. Either way I'm just writing this for fun so take this as an "alternative reality" story.

It was not the first time Adralan had shared a meal with the royal family during her stay but it was the first time she shared one with Loeiza and the queen. For a moment, she lost herself in the faces of those around her. To her side sat her brother and to the other a member of the court whom she did not know. Momentarily, she could feel Bastian staring at her most likely in an attempt to get her attention. Yet Adralan felt melancholy and she could not exactly pinpoint why. Maybe it had been the earlier events of the day and the conversation she had with Bastian soon after. Maybe it was her home that she missed and the meals with those she felt closest to. Or maybe, it was the fact that a very sullen Loeiza sat across from her and it had somehow rubbed off on Adralan.

"Adralan?" her brother's brought her back from her thoughts and she looked at her dinner plate only to find that it was still full. "Are you feeling well?" he asked worriedly.

Adralan looked at him and smiled in reassurance. "I'm fine." Her brother only looked at her with an unconvinced look plastered on his face. But before he could say anything else, Oliza spoke to Adralan.

"Bastian tells me that you have taken up dancing?"

Adralan smiled at the queen as she cast a sideways glance at Bastian. Oliza was beautiful but then again Adralan knew that beautiful was too much of a simple word to describe the queen. After the dangers that she had heard of when a mix child was born, she would think the child to be a gruesome thing. Yet here she sat, sharing her table with the queen, the one that had or would eventually become a legend.

"Yes, though we do not hold dance as firmly in our tradition as you do here. But I have grown to love it."

Oliza smiled at Adralan and could not help appearing intrigued at the notion of the Lupine lands being new to dance. But before Oliza could ask Adralan further questions, Loeiza's voice turned everyone's attention to her.

"Grown to love it? You speak of it as if it were some pet." Loeiza spat her words out at Adralan.

Adralan was sure that her face had turned a bright shade of red but she kept every inch of angriness towards Loeiza hidden behind a calm exterior. She could feel her brother nudge her feet from under the table as a signal for her to remain silent to Loeiza's harsh remarks.

However, Adralan did not remain silent and she answered calmly. "Dance is an art form, something that expresses what is in the heart and culture. I am sorry if the fact that I was not as privileged as you to be born with dance in our culture offends you."

Loeiza opened her mouth to retaliate and Adralan was sure that the words she could hear would not be pleasant. Thankfully, Oliza gave her daughter a stern glance and then swiftly took over the conversation once more. From then on, as much as Adralan tried to enjoy her surroundings, Loeiza's presence only disconcerted her.