Alpha King Dimitrio.
I wipe my mouth with a napkin after devouring a piece of stake. I am supposed to be at another council meeting but I have delayed it for an hour. Moons, I didn’t think being a king would have me at the centre of everything, every argument, and every problem. I have to manage our entourage, road maps, the journey in itself. Yet, there is a conversation going on outside my hall—a heating discussion. I sigh in annoyance as to what servants are causing a ruckus in my hallway.
They probably think that I am not present in my royal study. Though, I cannot pick out the words they are saying. The fact that my senses are picking it up but I cannot tell what they are bumbling about is defeating. I angrily walk out with an intent to growl at them. However, right before I walk ou
