"How are you, Sister?" Alpha Hawthorne asked gently as he stepped into the quiet room where his sister rested. "How has your illness been treating you?"
Portia offered a faint smile, "I am managing," she replied. As much as she appreciated her brother's affection, she was not naïve. Kane had not come today merely to inquire after her health.
Their conversation hovered around pleasantries for a while—how the physicians were treating her, the state of the garden outside, minor politics within the pack—until, finally, he voiced what truly weighed on his heart.
"Is it true?" Kane asked, his expression suddenly solemn. "Is Princess Celestite truly engaged to Prince Jackson now?"
Portia's gaze softened as she nodded. "Yes. The two royal families have come to a decision. The betrothal has been formally announced."
