I widened my eyes and looked at him.
"Why?" I couldn't comprehend his thoughts, "Why would you feel that way? Do you really not care about your life at all?"
"Of course not," Louis replied with a wry smile, "I just feel that maybe Liam is more suited to be a king."
"Though I haven't met your brother, in my eyes, you are the best candidate for a king," I stared at him, "I know you work hard every day, handle conflicts between packs, and administer appropriate punishments to those werewolves who break the law. Maybe in the rumors outside, you're seen as a ruthless guy, but I know you're not that kind of person."
Prince Louis's eyes began to shimmer.
He moved his lips, as if wanting to say something to me, but in the end, he just gave me a hug.
"We're moving in the day after tomorrow,"
