Chapter 67: Shamelessness has no limits
Ren examined each woman carefully, noting the distinct clothing that represented their customs and traditions or the type of their morality. The Serpent females adorned themselves in delicate fabrics, lace, and sheer materials, revealed their bodies, and left little to the imagination. They seemed unconcerned by the gazes that traced their curves, flaunting their beauty with effortless confidence. And not to mention that they were all beautiful like how Rail described. Wickedly exquisite and sensual.
The wolf clans, in stark contrast, favored practicality, that was what she could say about them. Fur-lined coats, cotton tunics, and sturdy pants were their attire of choice. Ren had yet to see a single one of them in a flowing gown. Their hair was always braided and ornamented with beads.
The bird clans’ style, however, resonated with her more than others. Though absent now, she had observed them during the feast. Oh, gods! How could she not praise them? Their long silk dresses shimmered beneath the firelight, adorned with intricate needlework lace robes that gave them an almost ethereal appearance. Their loose sleeves, reminiscent of wings, fluttered as they moved. Each dress mirrored the hues of their feathers, a testament to their heritage. They were different from others. But something was amiss and didn’t sit well here.
A frown threatened to crease Ren’s brow. Where were the rest of the female courtiers? Their absence gnawed at her, an unease settling deep in her bones. These women had not gathered to celebrate or pledge their loyalty. There was an ulterior motive lurking beneath their poised smiles. Her instincts whispered warnings, but she forced herself to maintain composure, no fear, no weakness. That was the key to keeping her ground.
"I wonder what has bestowed upon me the honor of meeting such esteemed ladies," Reneira said smoothly, her voice light yet edged with caution.
Pleasantries were exchanged, but she was not fooled. Elaika’s grandmother, Silvine, was the first to speak, her expression warm and apparently calculated. Unlike the Serpent females, whose taut faces betrayed their displeasure, assessing Ren from head to toe.
"Oh, you are such a sweet young lady, Luna Reneira," Silvine cooed. "We had no chance to speak during the feast. You left so quickly."
Ren smiled, her lips curving in practiced grace. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Arkilla standing rigid, a storm brewing within her.
Ren knew why. Arkilla had sworn not to speak a word of this meeting to the Alpha King, but the tension in her stance made it clear she despised being silenced.