Skoll POV
Ever since Reagan had found and rejected his mate, my mother had become a woman possessed. Along with Zelenia, who was also eagerly trying to seek out her own sons’ mates, she had taken it upon herself to organise party after party, ball after ball.
My mother had turned Reagan’s search for a mate into some sort of game show. She had given him rules, first and foremost; he was forbidden to reject any of them until permission was granted for him to do so.
We were now housing half a dozen of my brother’s mates within the palace, each of them given one of the guest rooms for six months. In this time, Reagan would have to get to know each one of them and ultimately choose his life partner. The perfect woman to rule the kingdom beside him.
I had never enjoyed attending these sorts
