Carmine
“Good day, council of Gammas,” I greeted as I gestured for everyone to take their seats.
“Good day, my Lord,” they all chorused.
“As we all know, my mating ceremony is in two weeks, and it's on the full moon; I want everything to be properly arranged and provided, from the maids down to the food; everything should be perfect,” I said in a sarcastic tone.
“Just a few weeks ago, King, you were finding it hard to accept their proposal, and now today your emotions are all over the place; something feels fishy,” Gamma Phil said.
“You're right, Phil; something indeed feels fishy, but that would be your opinion,” I fired at him, making his brows furrowed in sadness. “Don't I have the right to be happy for my own wedding?” I retorted.
“Ye… But…” He tried to speak, but I quickly cut
