Lucian’s POV
“The MoonStone pack takes great offence, My Lord, as rumours circulate about the King in the North’s inability to uphold his word,” I contemplated, gently brushing my lips with a finger, engrossed in the discourse of my esteemed council.
“What word might that be?” I inquired, my gaze fixed on Lord Dandaario.
“The promise of a matrimonial union,” Lord Dandaario divulged.
“I had pledged a marriage between myself and my mate,” I declared with firm intent, making them understand if it hadn’t been abundantly clear to them.
“Vienna wasn’t my mate. I made a mistake in my judgement, and she tricked me. I, alone, should be wreaking havoc,” my patience dwindled, and I took a deep breath as my temples throbbed. The room fell into an uneasy silence as my council members awkwardly si
