Reagan reclined into the plush leather of the car seat, letting the silence envelop him like a warm blanket. His gaze was unfocused, his body at ease as the vehicle hummed along the road, carrying them toward their undisclosed destination.
On the other hand, Charles was wrestling with an internal debate. He wanted to probe Reagan about his perspective on their current predicament but feared overstepping his boundaries. However, curiosity had always been Charles' Achilles heel and he found it impossible to keep his lips sealed for too long.
"Your Majesty," Charles began, craning his neck subtly to gauge Reagan's reaction before continuing. "If you don't mind me asking, what are your plans concerning the Princess? You can avoid marking her under the pretext that your wolf won't allow it or
