Chapter One hundred and Eleven

End of werewolf clans.

Writer's Pov

The crowd is in a joyful and festive mood, the mermaids are chatting happily and waiting patiently for the festival to comment and so are the mermen. The little mermaids and mermen are swimming about joyfully as different shades of colors are sparkling all over the palace.

"I really wonder who'd sing this year." One chirped in happily.

"What if it turns out to be princess Vessa...hehe....just kidding." One of the mermaids said and relief washed over the faces of the listeners.

Somewhere also in the palace, Vessa is seen praising herself as her maids dress her up for the festival, she looks so lovely and happy unlike the Vessa we know who always has a sad countenance but there was this mischievous glint in her eyes. That look of accomplishment can't be mistaken.

~~In the Kings Chambers~~

The king is done with his dressing and the only thing left for him to go outside was the royal scepter.

Taking one look at the table in front of the walk-in closet,