Chapter 42: Foreigner - I Want To Know What Love Is
Alpha Kyllian stalked through the corridors of the castle. The message had come early considering he had barely gotten any sleep the night before. He hadn’t been getting any sleep since he heard his ’mate’ might die. Of course, the summoning could only mean one thing:
The Queen has spoken to the king. Well, the affair theory is then out the window.
He squared his shoulders as he pushed through the enormous doors of the throne room with a calm expression on though his inner wolf snarled with uncertainty.
"Good morning, Your Majesty," Kyllian greeted with a short bow, as much respect as he could muster without seeming like he was groveling.
King Magnus didn’t stay on his throne. Instead, he rose, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw set in a grim line.
Without a word, Magnus motioned toward a more intimate seating area nestled beneath the massive windows; a cozy settee arrangement designed for fireside chats and state secrets.
Kyllian followed, adjusting his coat.
They sat.
Awkwardly.
For a few seconds, neither said anything. The silence between them wasn’t hostile.