*Narrator*
The Garter King-of-Arms, who is responsible for behavior and precedence in the House of Alphas, is dreading the day before him. “I have to get them all in line to enter the Chamber,” Alpha Henry Gismond says fretfully to his mate over toast and marmalade. “Almost two hundred of them, all told, and they will wander, especially the older ones. I dread these formal occasions, I truly do.”
Luna Gismond nods. She knows that her beloved Henry hates them, even if he revels in the chance to exhibit himself as the principal advisor to the lycan Crown in matters of ceremony and heraldry. “It’s a terribly sad occasion. Alpha prince Islay was a lovely young man, by all accounts. I hate to think of him lost on those cruel seas.”
“It’s the drunkards that make the most trouble.” Gismond co
