Completely oblivious to the storm he had just stirred, Leon strode into the council chamber with steady, confident steps before stopping in front of the massive round table.
He didn't kneel.
He didn't bow.
Instead, he simply stood there with an easy smile on his face.
To everyone in the room, it was the final straw.
After coming in with an overwhelming aura that had nearly crushed the entire chamber, he now stood before the Alpha King and the kingdom's highest-ranking officials without even the courtesy of lowering his head.
Arrogant.
Conceited.
Provocative.
Those were the first words that flashed through the minds of many ministers and Alphas as they glared at him.
Yet the truth couldn't have been further from their assumptions.
Leon genuinely had no idea he was violating every rule of royal etiquette.
He had spent his entire life ruling the grasslands, where strength decided everything.
There were no complicated court manners.
No political games.
