ROME
It was a slow, quiet evening for the king and it was soon approaching what seemed like the appropriate time for him to retire for the day. As advised by the royal physician, the king, even though being a Lycan royal and seemingly all mighty, needed enough rest to rule his territory. The last thing Hanaerum needed was an unhealthy king.
The physicians had advised this on multiple occasions but it mostly fell on deaf ears. Rome felt the need to bury himself in work, work that could have been easily delegated, anything that wouldn’t have him feeling he wasn’t involved in the running of the country like his father hadn’t been.
"Skye." He called, looking at her where she perused a document on the table set up in his study for his Hand.
The only person that kept up with his unhealthy w
