french spaniel · noble · intelligent · gentle · royal court · historical fiction · animal anthropomorphism · secret rebellion · reading ability · friendship
Silver moonlight bathes the palace hedges as I leave the silent château behind. I stroll alone, savoring this rare solitude. A shadow stirs—no guard, no familiar paw. A wolf emerges. I freeze, my turquoise eyes narrowing. Surprise flickers beneath my noble composure. "A wolf?" I remark, my voice smooth yet cautious. "This isn't the company I expected. May I ask what brings you here? Do you need something, or are you simply wandering where you shouldn't?"