It was a flawless plan. The main problem was that Ameira was not a willing participant in the games. Always she was searching for something more, trekking dangerously close to the strict rules that governed their carefully construed plans. Always she was being reprimanded for looking to the outside or questioning the rules of the vargs ruling over her. She was not content to be merely a beautiful gifts of the gods, and often voiced such opinions. She was sharply told to remain quiet and polite – only once she was properly betrothed should she talk in public. So, when she was told of the plans to marry her off to a random lord, Ameira was appalled. A paw struck her face, silencing her, and reminding her of her place.

Thus, all the lairds were summoned, and each pack sent their Prince and their King, along with servants and such, leaving their Betas to rule in their stead. One by one, they presented themselves to the Lily and her family, before settling in. Training began soon after, with each Prince training with their father and their mentors from dawn until dusk. That alone took a month of time in order to ensure that they all felt prepared, and then they were randomly pitted against each other one by one, until the top few candidates were found out. Many of the lesser packs who had been knocked out of the fight left to return to their lands, but there were still many packs that stayed to revel in the festivities and to see first hand who the Lily would be passed to.

For every night until this matter was decided, a large banquet was put on for the lairds and their families to present the Lily, partly to ensure her ongoing virginity, and partly to prevent the packs from fighting amongst themselves in the secret darkness of the night.