Edric scowls at the knights around the kingdom. This idea of being wedded to the sparkly heir to the throne wasn't his. He thinks of humans as disgusting creatures. Werewolves and humans have been at war for a long time but the violence got tiring, the blood spread wasn't worth it anymore. That he could agree on.

"Smile, Edric." His mother whispers firmly. She walks gracefully beside him, trying to make up for his appearance.

Edric was the one who fought humans and there are scars on the side of his face to prove it. Two daggared shapes down the right side of his lips. And his tattoos are dark on his arms, symbols of the pack on display.

"As you wish." Edric sighs and slowly gives the crowd as they pass a gentle grin.