He walked toward the bonfire, Linda following.
"My liege, again, I apologize. I know that you and your queen were busy."
Smiling a little, he turned toward her. "She was right, you know. You don't have to apologize for everything. And it's okay to ask questions. But I think that I should be apologizing to you."
She gasped, eyes widening. "Whatever for?"
Rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, he said, "I should have been more involved in your settling here, and I wasn't. You and your daughter had been through hell before coming here."
Reaching out, she touched his arm. But pulled back almost immediately with a sheepish look. He sighed in his mind, wishing that he could have that comfort, that peace. The wolf in him missed contact. He was king of the pack, but not part of the pack.
