Gwendolyn was overflowing with happiness. Her wedding would take place soon, she and Galahad would exchange their vows before everyone. Even before the sun rose, she got up and helped prepare breakfast. Then, she headed to the training arena, where she organized everything for the soldiers and their captains. In the afternoon, she would return to put away the weapons and take the opportunity to train away from prying eyes.

When her parents were accused of conspiring to assassinate the great Alpha Cedric and his family, Gwendolyn was still small, only six years old. This brought disgrace to her family and the clan to which they belonged. The new Alpha, who took over the Kingdom, ordered their death as a consequence. After the tragic loss of her parents, she wandered the streets of the province aimlessly, until a good, highly respected man adopted her, preventing her from becoming a beggar.

"Gwendolyn, do you have a moment for your sister?" asked Guinevere, appearing at the bedroom door and making her sister smile.

"Of course, silly, come here," said Gwendolyn, gesturing for her sister to come in.

"Why are you cleaning that place?" asked Guinevere, going over to her.

"I like to help Father," Gwen replied.

"We have servants for that," said her sister, lying down on the bed and looking at her strangely.

"What did your fiance see in you?" she asked, with an expression of superiority. Since they met, her sister had acted like this, but Gwendolyn didn't care. She had gained a family, that was all she wanted in life, a family.

"He is my chosen mate," said Gwen, smiling and sticking her tongue out at her sister, who rolled her eyes.

"Oh, yes! That explains it. A noble would never look at you," Guinevere said, always so cruel with her words. And she continued, asking:

"Will Galahad come here today?" Gwendolyn simply nodded. Wondering why her sister was so malicious with her words.

"Well, I need to go," said Guinevere, leaving her sister's room with a plan ready. She had already thought of everything. She would make her sister's fiance abandon her, after all, she saw him first and was already tired of Gwendolyn being treated differently just because she was an orphan. Guinevere walked towards the gardens when strong arms grabbed her and pulled her into a corner where no one could see them.

"Are you crazy grabbing me like that?" asked Guinevere, looking at the soldier. His scent intoxicated her, she loved smelling him.

"When will we talk to your father?" he asked, kissing her mouth. She reciprocated for a moment, but soon pulled away. They had agreed that he would enter through her bedroom window, not grab her in the gardens, where anyone could see them, especially Galahad.

"We agreed to meet in my room. Why did you grab me in the gardens? Someone could see us," she declared, crossing her arms, pretending to be angry.

"You know I love you, I couldn't resist," he said, picking a rose and placing it in her hair.

"I don't know if you really love me. I need proof," she said, flirting.

"I'll do anything for you!" he replied, completely in love. Knowing this, she looked at him and smiled.

"Your plan is going very well," she thought.

"Anything really?" he nodded. She ran her hand over his chest and said:

"I want you to grab Gwendolyn." He looked confused, not understanding what he had just heard.

"How? Why that? Your sister has a fiance!" He said, looking at Guinevere, totally confused.

"Gwen doesn't love him anymore and he doesn't accept it and neither does Father. She needs him to leave her alone. I promised to help her," she said, biting his neck to convince him and also to feel a little more of his scent.

"Alright, when do I need to do it?" She smiled, jumped with joy, and kissed him.

"Today, be alert. And later, I want you in my room," she said, smiling. The soldier looked at her. This woman is a devil, and he is completely in love with her. They said goodbye, and Guinevere left smiling through the gardens. Her heat is approaching. She would sleep with the soldier, get pregnant by him, make Galahad sleep with her. After Gwen's supposed betrayal, it would be easy to marry him, who is her true love, and not a poor army officer. She would tell her father that the soldier grabbed her and forced her to sleep with him.

"Perfect plan," she thought, smiling and biting the tip of her finger. Now all she had to do was wait.

The sun was almost setting when Gwendolyn went to tidy up the training hall, leaving everything organized for the next day.

Upon seeing her sister heading to the training hall, Guinevere ran towards the gardens. And as soon as her sister's fiance Galahad arrived, she went to greet him as always and took the opportunity to show off to him.

"Galahad, I'm glad you're here. I need to talk to you," said Guinevere, nervous and scared, making him tense as he thought something had happened to Gwen.

"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"It's about Gwen, I didn't want to say this, but she's cheating on you," he looked at her for a moment.

"You're lying," said Galahad, incredulous. Guinevere shrugged.

"Go to the arena. When I saw it, I couldn't believe it. Me here loving you and her doing that," she said cynically, but he didn't notice, as his mind was racing. Galahad walked towards the arena.

Gwendolyn was finishing tidying up the large hall when a soldier entered and smiled at her.

"Everything alright!" he said, leaving her a little confused, but she didn't pay much attention.

"Are you still going to train?" asked Gwendolyn. He approached her more and smiled.

"I'm going to help you," he said. She was confused, not understanding. Before she could ask anything, he kissed her, pushing her against the wall and running his hand over her.

"Slut, that's why you stay in this place," Gwendolyn heard her fiance's voice and became nervous.

"It's not my fault, it's not what you're thinking," she tried to explain, but in vain.

"I reject you, you bitch," he turned his back and left her in shock. Her sister appeared and went to her.

"Gwen, what happened? Did Galahad leave angry?" asked Guinevere with a frightened look.

"He broke up with me," she said in a faint voice, looking around, but there was no sign of the officer.

"What do you mean?" asked Guinevere, feigning surprise.

"He saw the soldier kissing me," said Gwendolyn, looking at her sister, who widened her eyes and brought her hand to her mouth.

"What? How did that happen?" she asked, playing the role of worried sister.

"I need to get out of here," Gwendolyn said, walking quickly back home, leaving her sister alone. She entered her room, threw herself on the bed, and began to cry. Galahad didn't even listen to her, he simply rejected her. She ended up falling asleep from crying so much. When she woke up, she took care of her personal hygiene and went downstairs to have dinner. She would talk to her father and explain everything to him. As soon as she arrived in the dining room, her sister looked at her in a strange way. Gwendolyn asked why she was looking like that. She must be thinking badly of her like Galahad. Kiss.

Sir Ulrich walked restlessly through the corridors of the imposing residence. His footsteps echoed, reflecting the agitation that filled his heart. The time had come to announce to his daughter, Guinevere, the news that he dreaded having to give.

Upon entering the elegant dining room, where a lavish table was already prepared for the family, he spotted Guinevere, a young woman of rare beauty, sitting elegantly at the table. She displayed a petulant expression, accustomed to having her wishes granted. Her blue eyes sparkled with impatience when she noticed the seriousness on her father's face.

Sitting at the head of the table, Sir Ulrich took a deep breath, as all eyes turned to him. His eldest daughter, Gwendolyn, was beside him, a graceful presence that emanated an aura of serenity. However, he could feel that something was wrong.

The patriarch of the Lupus clan, looked at his daughters in front of him.

"I have an announcement to make." He said, waiting for their reactions.

Guinevere raised an eyebrow, showing her disinterest, she expected something grand, something that would benefit her, as usual.

"Due to a debt I incurred many years ago, which threatens us with devastating consequences, the time has come to settle it," he continued, trying to express himself firmly. Guinevere sighed dramatically, displaying her dissatisfaction.

"And what does this have to do with us, Father? Surely you can resolve this without affecting my life?"

Sir Ulrich felt his daughter's indifference. He understood that he had spoiled her for too long, fueling her selfish personality.

"Unfortunately, the only solution to this debt is a marriage," he replied with a voice tired from the journey. "My only option is to offer you in marriage to Prince Magnus, whose unfortunate fate has left him..." But he was interrupted by Guinevere.

"I don't want to!" she said, casting a furious look at her father, her blue eyes sparkling with anger and disdain.

"Are you kidding me, Father? I refuse! I will not sacrifice my happiness for your debts," she said, looking at him with tearful eyes.

"You have no choice, it's already settled, otherwise we will lose everything and I may be considered a traitor to the king, I will be killed," he declared firmly.

"You will marry to fulfill our duty with honor. It is a decision made," said her father, slamming the table hard.

The dining room became tense, charged with Guinevere's stubbornness and Sir Ulrich's determination to do what was right for his family.

"Pack your things. I'll have them taken," he ordered, seriously.

"You can't do this. I refuse to marry," she said, sitting at the table, holding the silverware tightly. Sir Ulrich stood up, his voice charged with authority.

"Guinevere, enough of your selfish attitudes! It's time for you to understand that there are responsibilities that go beyond your whims."

At that moment, Gwendolyn, realizing that her sister would refuse to marry and her father could be killed, intervened, surprising everyone.

Gwendolyn's voice sounded sad, but firm. "I will marry! If it saves your life. I will do whatever it takes to preserve our family."

Gwendolyn's words shocked Guinevere. She did not expect her sister to offer herself in her place. This aroused even greater anger in Guinevere, now that Gwendolyn would become the family's savior. With each passing day, Guinevere hated her more.

Their father held Gwendolyn's hand and said:

"Daughter, you have an engagement!" This attitude revolted Guinevere even more. Gwendolyn shook her head, trying to hide her tears.

"He broke up with me," tears streamed down Gwendolyn's face. Her father looked at her, not understanding anything.

"How? Who does he think he is to do that? I will talk to him!" he exclaimed indignantly, throwing the napkin on the table.

Gwendolyn wiped away her tears and said:

"There is no need, father."

"But what happened in this house in my absence?" the father said in a serious tone, looking at both of them.

"Gwen was clinging to an officer and he saw it. What a shame," Guinevere said, giving her sister a mocking look. Gwendolyn preferred to remain silent.

"I will soon be ready to go." Gwendolyn got up, determined, and went to her room to pack her things. The truth was that she would not be able to live near him, with all this love in her chest. She heads towards her room followed by her father.

"Explain this, Gwen," her father said, entering the room and sitting on the small sofa. Gwendolyn stopped what she was doing.

"An officer kissed me and he saw, so he rejected me. But father, it's not my fault!" she explained.

"What officer is this? I will have him arrested. How dare he touch you?" he said revolted. He would not accept that his daughter's honor was stained with impunity.

"Father, I don't want to talk about it anymore. Besides, I will go to the castle," Gwendolyn said, giving a shy smile. She was willing to do anything to help her father. Now it was her turn to reciprocate what he had done for her all her life.

"Are you sure you want to do this, my daughter?" asked her father.

"Yes, it will be better for me. Maybe I can forget him far from here," she replied, returning to pack her things.

"I will write a letter explaining everything, deliver it as soon as you arrive," her father said, getting up and leaving the room. Gwendolyn completed the task of packing her things and met with her father, who handed her a letter. A carriage was waiting, and the servants stored her luggage. She said goodbye to him, entered the carriage and left for a new life. Perhaps, who knows, she would find happiness.

The Iron Raven Castle stood imposingly, its gothic and somber architecture standing out against the sky. Surrounded by an imposing wall, it seemed to be an impenetrable fortress. Gwen admired every detail, from the tall, sharp towers to the windows covered in climbing plants, giving the place a mysterious air. As she watched, the huge access bridge began to move slowly, gradually descending to allow the passage of the carriage. Gwen felt a shiver run down her spine as the carriage crossed the bridge, entering the massive gates of the castle. She could hardly believe the course her life had taken.

Gwen followed the guide's steps, marveling at the colorful stained glass windows that portray ancient stories and noble figures. She was taken to a waiting room just after the entrance gates, a large space illuminated by chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. The walls were lined with dark wood panels, giving the environment an imposing and austere aspect.

"The young lady waits here" said the man placing her bags on the floor, leaving her alone, she walked observing everything around her with curiosity. A huge door opened and a tall man entered the room.

A tall man entered the room.

"Guinevere Windsor," called the man with a serious face.

"Gwendolyn Windsor, here is a letter from my lord explaining everything," she said, handing over the trembling paper. The man's eyes fell on the paper for a while before looking at her.

"Come, be ready to meet the king and your future husband," he said, guiding her through a corridor that stretched in several directions. He opened a huge door, placing himself aside.

"This is your room. Be prepared and only leave when you are called. Do we understand each other?" he asked, looking at her.

"Yes, sir. I will wait here," replied Gwendolyn, watching him close the door. She was delighted with the room, a true masterpiece of luxury and elegance. The high ceiling, richly ornamented with golden moldings and intricate frescoes, gave a sense of nobility. Gwen took a deep breath, confident that it was not what she had planned, but she was sure that her life would be different. If she was patient, maybe she could even be happy and, who knows, forget Galahad.

The door opened and a maid entered.

"Good afternoon, Miss Windsor. I will serve you," said the girl, standing next to the door.

"You can call me Gwendolyn," asked Gwendolyn, smiling at the maid, who appeared to be younger than her sister.

"I will unpack your bags and prepare your bath," said the maid, walking to the bags and starting to unpack them. Gwendolyn was amazed by the huge bed in the center of the room, adorned with velvet curtains around it. Noble wood furniture stood out, and an elaborate dressing table with an oval mirror and drawers adorned with gold handles housed fine perfume bottles and sparkling jewelry.

"Allow me to help," said Gwendolyn, going to the young woman who looked at her in disbelief, as if she had offended her.

"Miss, please, this is my job," replied the maid. Gwen approached the girl cautiously, not wanting to cause any kind of inconvenience.

"I don't want to interfere with your work, I just wanted to help and maybe we could be friends," said Gwendolyn. The young woman looked at her as if she had said something strange and returned to her work. After arranging things in the huge wardrobe, the maid prepared a bath for Gwendolyn. Then, she helped her choose an outfit.

"Be prepared at any moment, the king may arrive and want to see you," warned the maid before leaving, leaving Gwendolyn alone once again. The young woman walked to the window and looked at the immense gardens outside. She sighed, as her life would be different there, but she was confident that everything would work out on her new journey.

Gwendolyn went to the bed and lay down a little to relax. The mattress seemed to envelop her in its softness. Her mind wandered to her old relationship and tears streamed down her face. If only he had listened to her, she could have explained everything to him, but he just rejected her and left. With this thought, she fell asleep, dreaming of the possibilities that the future might bring. Soon she would meet the Prince.

The palace corridors echoed with murmurs about the bride's arrival, while Magnus found himself in the gardens in his special seat designed to allow him to sit or lie down. The king had ordered the construction of a small triangular support with a wheel at the end, which could be moved easily. When placed on the ground with the support in the back, it allowed Magnus to choose between lying down or sitting up. Whispers with his name reached his ears, provoking a growing anger, which was soon appeased by his sharp senses that captured Fenrir's footsteps approaching.

"My prince, have I provided your bride?" Fenrir says as he sits in front of him with a smile.

"The most beautiful in the kingdom," he added, concluding his speech. Magnus watched him for a moment, not understanding why Fenrir treated him with such formality. He was the only friend who remained by his side after the accident that took his parents' lives.

"Perfect. Alistar will be furious when I present my bride," Magnus said, imagining the expression on his face.

"You know he won't allow it," Fenrir said with a smirk. Magnus realized he had something more to say and waited patiently.

"Your bride arrived at the castle today," Fenrir revealed.

"It was the king's decision, he'll marry in my place," Magnus retorted angrily.

"You should at least see her," Fenrir suggested Magnus had no interest in anything that came from the king.

"I'll see her tomorrow, during the presentation. If my eyes are good, it's still blurred," Magnus said, rubbing his eyes. In reality, Alistar had already taken his father's throne, becoming the alpha by conquest. He wouldn't rule his life. Hurried footsteps approached them and Magnus and Fenrir exchanged glances. he knew those footsteps; it was the counselor, who had previously been his father's.

"My prince, the king wishes to see you," the counselor said. The man's heart rate changed considerably as he approached him.

"I'm sunbathing, I'll meet him later," Magnus replied, realizing the importance of the call.

"My prince, the king wishes to speak to you about your bride, who is already in the castle," the counselor said cautiously.

"I don't want this marriage, and you know that," Magnus replied, losing patience.

"My prince, I understand that you don't want this marriage. If I may say so..." the counselor began to speak, and Magnus nodded for him to continue.

"The king is trying to do what is best for the prince. He will be offended by your refusal," the counselor explained. This way of speaking infuriated Magnus, and he growled in response.

"What has the king done for me in my disability? If Fenrir hadn't thought of this chair, I would be stuck in a room. Where was the king when I needed him? I grew up with you two, I don't care about him. Tell him I'll go as soon as I'm done here, and if he wants me to marry, I will marry," Magnus ordered. The counselor nodded and left hurriedly, with his heart racing.

Fenrir looked around, seeking to see if anyone was nearby. Realizing they were alone, he turned to Magnus with a worried expression.

Magnus：

"Shall we solve that problem?" Fenrir asked, with a worried expression.

I understand your reasons, I think.

"Yes, we need to intervene in that," I replied, reflecting on the situation. He continued speaking, his voice laden with concern.

"I'm on his trail, but he always disappears when I'm getting close. It intrigues me," Fenrir said, referring to the black wolf that attacked Magnus' parents. On that damn day, moments before my father's heart stopped beating, he revealed to me the existence of another wolf.

"I feel like he's close," I said, thoughtfully.

"You mentioned that the king warned you to be careful in the castle. Something is happening here!" Fenrir said, with a worried look, letting out a long sigh.

"Therefore, we need to act with caution," I added, aware that with each passing day, I felt the need to remain vigilant.

"Let's not keep the king waiting any longer," Fenrir said, getting up and picking up my special support. He pushed me through the gardens and corridors towards the throne room. Upon arriving, I felt the tension in the air. The king's heart was racing, and his voice sounded worried as he spoke with his trusted counselor, who seemed to be imbued with fear.

"I don't want this to leak. Find out who it is and eliminate him," I could hear the king say during the conversation, which was interrupted as soon as they saw me enter the room, led by Fenrir. I hate the look of pity he always makes when he sees me.

"Ah, my dear uncle, if you only knew what I have prepared for you," I thought with determination.

"Magnus and his faithful squire. I thought you would make me wait longer," the king spoke with irony.

"My king knows that I am fond of sunbathing walks," I spoke with equal irony. I continue.

"My king, if I knew it was something serious, I would have come immediately," I replied, with a smile at the corner of my lips.

"Always so witty, walk come closer," he says ironically mocking my crippled condition.

"Of course," I replied, and Fenrir pushed me even closer, bringing me closer to him.

"I look at you and I see your father," the king said with a serious expression that was difficult to decipher.

"I imagine how difficult it must be," I replied, without showing emotion in my voice.

"I'll be direct. Your future wife is already in the castle," the king said, waiting for the nephew's reaction, since his brother was killed, he had taken care of him but had not sought to get close, but he always sought to know his steps, which were not many, a slight smile passed on his lips, but the boy had grown up and become a problem for him and for the Kingdom because he is cruel to his servants. He affronted him whenever he could, he needed to put a stop to it.

"I suppose I should accept your orders," I said, controlling my anger. The king looked at the prince in front of him and sighed deeply, aware that this would be a difficult conversation for both of them.

"Of course, considering your condition, blind and crippled," the king said seriously, trying to make his nephew remember his condition and accept his destiny.

"I regret to inform you that I don't want you to choose anything about my life," I growled, showing my teeth at him.

"Unfortunately, you are inside my castle and you will do as I command. You will marry, and it is already decided," the king said with a somber expression.

"Or what?" the prince challenges and continues: "This castle was never yours, it belonged to my father, and I am his heir. It's good that you don't forget that," I said firmly, letting all my anger show through. I could feel his pulse quicken and his breathing quicken.

"I don't forget that you are his son! So, my noble crippled and blind prince, you will accept your future wife," the king said, defiantly and added with disdain. "Considering that the first one has already rejected you, and now her sister is in her place," he added, descending the steps of the throne towards the prince.

"Do you think I'm not capable of getting a wife?" I asked, grinding my teeth with hatred. The king took a deep breath.

"Magnus, I made this decision only because of your condition. Understand, I chose someone from an excellent noble family," the king explained, trying to make me understand.

"I reject her! I already have one chosen," the prince said in a serious tone, making the king look at him in surprise, raising his eyebrow full of doubts.

"Oh, Magnus, don't make me laugh," the king said mockingly.

"Fenrir, take me away from here. Tomorrow, I will show her at the banquet. I will be able to choose my future wife," I affirmed, hoping he would take me away from the repugnant presence of my uncle.

"I ask permission to withdraw," I heard Fenrir ask, irritating me even more.

"You are dismissed, but I want you to bring your chosen one and her family tomorrow," the king ordered, returning to the throne once occupied by his brother, Cedric.

That afternoon, in the prince's room, Fenrir entered and locked the door, as usual. Magnus got up from his special support and walked around the room.

"Why did you ask permission at that time?" he asked angrily, his breath panting.

"He is my king, I must respect him" Upon hearing this, Magnus turned quickly and grabbed his friend by the neck, but he remained still.

"He is not your king," Magnus said releasing him as he adjusted his clothes.

"And I am not your enemy. I am just the son of a simple family," Fenrir stated.

"I know, I just lost control," the prince said, heading towards a secret passage that would lead them to a dense forest, far from the castle. Magnus looked at his friend and said:

"Let's go," assuming his form in the passage, along with his friend, they ran towards the exit.