“Your Highness, if you have not yet found a mate. It will show weakness,” Oracle Bausan Reeve whispered to the prince’s ears, an edge of intimidation in his velvety old voice.
Tedros, along with his aid, Victor, had just arrived inside the meeting hall and as soon as he sat down on his throne, Bausan – who was seated next to him, immediately bombarded him with suggestions about what else to pick.
Tedros glanced at his father the king, seemingly napping even though they were in a very important meeting. Next to him was his royal advisor, Grey Guildford who seemed to take over the responsibility of speaking for the king since he was unable to speak at the moment.
“I agree,” Guildford said, raising his hand to take everyone’s attention. “Preferably a wolf,”
Bausan nodded, “I know some
