Chapter 33

Ulric

"Lord Ulric, it is time to get ready."

I grunted in annoyance as the order reached my ears. I tossed my weapon aside, its metallic clatter echoing my displeasure.

"Why do we need to attend some stupid parties? We are warriors, not clowns," I complained, shooting a defiant look at Ruther, my armsbearer, who had reminded me of the impending social gathering. He just smirked in response. Reluctantly, I complied, my steps heavy as I made my way out of the training ground in a bad mood.

Parties never suited my image. I'd rather stay dirty inside the training ground than associate myself with pretentious people who had nothing in mind but gaining favor from the Ironwolf Pack. And yet, I still found myself attending quite a few events as long as it was the Ironwolf himself who would request my presence. I held immense respect for him, and anything he asked of me, regardless of how much I hated it, I would be happy to do.

However, his fascination with extravagant parties grated on my ne