EMRYS POV
Damnit!
The king wanted to see me now of all times. My blood was pumping so fast and I was resisting the urge to cut the mindlink off and go about what I think needed much attention.
I wasn't in the mood to listen to my father, King Jefferson's back and forth statement about the throne. All he did when it boiled down to me was to throw tantrums.
I pulled the rim of my shirt slightly and peered at my Hublot gold plated wristwatch. It was a few minutes shy of two.
I'd not even started preparing for the dialogue meeting that was coming up soon.
Our father mustn't even smell her presence in the pack. It was that serious and Orton selfishly moved her out of the room.
I walked straight to the sixteenth floor that held just two rooms. My father's bedroom and his private office w
