Now back in the Carpathian mountains of my homeland to visit the Prince of my people Mikhail, my brothers and their lifemates before I meet the Sun. I walk into The inn in the small village below our territory, its wooden beams and warming firelight, a mystic and romantic ambiance on the cold snowy winter night. I can observe it, yet still it does nothing to stir my soul without a lifemate to bring back emotion and color, my face an Intimidating emotionless mask as I scan the room.
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