Malaya at Lualhati Freedom and Glory

In the beginning, the werewolf kingdom lived in partial peace andi partial pain. The kingdom was at its finest and no other kingdom in the supernatural realm dared to against them. It was magical, the unity between them and lastly how they seemed to rule over everything else, it won't be long before they take over the supernatural realm at this point. Every other supernatural had this notion too, except the Kayaans.

However, there is a teeny tiny problem, the werewolf king had no child, no one to carry his legacies, and no one to help him feel the void in his heart. It was that bad because slowly, the king lost himself to the depression of watching other people have their children and love them. He wanted one too and his wife was saddened by it too. She wanted a child to pamper and take care of, when she got married to the wolf king, she felt on top of the world as if her joy were coming in triple folds. As a young wolf, every one of the lady's dreams was to be the queen and hers did come true when she fell in love with him. He reciprocated the feelings and it was something she found hard to believe in the first year of their marriage.

King Francis grabbed her hands gently pulling her out of her reverie and she smiled at him, she was so lucky to have had him. Many would have tossed out their woman the moment they felt like she was the problem not them. Francis was different from all of them and the more she was married to him, the more she enjoyed their marriage. He would bring her the freshest flowers he made sure to pluck for her during his early morning run. It started when he was trying to impress her as a young crown prince and she had no idea who he was. Commoners rarely saw the face of the crown prince until he had come of age and was strong enough to rule his people. He was a rebel and he would sneak out of the palace and come around the village to play with them. His parents would think he was taking kingship lessons from the ladies in the court.

Everyone loved him but they had no idea who his parents were or where he came from every day. Nobody tried to follow him since he was a good boy and everyone would give him gifts during harvests because of how helpful he had been all season; it came as a shock to them one morning when the king's entourage came to pick him up. That was when they found out that he was a crown prince and he had made sure to hide it successfully. This made the people love him more because his reign would surely be peaceful due to his humbleness. Even after his father banned him from coming to play in the village, he still found a way to get flowers across to her, it was like their secret message. She had the whole village's attention on her and it didn't come as a shock when the royal family proposed marriage to her family. She was expecting it.

Unlike other werewolf folktales she had read that the moon goddess paired the wolves with whomever she finds fit for the person, they get to choose their life partner. Cecil felt it was better than being mated to random people and being forced to fall in love with them, while other girls of her age found it romantic, Cecil thinks it is absurd. She would rather get to know the person gently and fall in love with them at her own pace, just like king Francis had made her do. He warmed his way to her heart and continued despite knowing she had already fallen in love with him. This was her definition of true love and she was glad that she was experiencing it for herself. It was that beautiful.

'Did you hear what he said?" King Francis asked and Cecil nodded even though she had zoned off again and she had no idea of what he was saying, she was busy reminiscing the past while the seer sat down on the floor in the throne trying to consult the moon goddess. King Francis had made it a point of his duty to consult the goddess every week in case she had answers to their childlessness. Nobody knew where the problem was coming from so they just stuck to being hopeful that one day she would grant them a child of theirs.