A room away, King Caligo was at the desk in his bedroom, a stack of documents breathing down his neck. The past few days that he’d spent watching his pretty mate had finally caught up with him, and he knew that if he tried to delay his signatures or pass his work onto Nicolai, then Mena and Salix would have his head. Figuratively of course.
As he debated the pros and cons of throwing down his pen and taking on the form of one of less conspicuous transformations, that was when he heard the door of the princess’s bedroom creak open. Turning away from the papers, Alios frowned quizzically at his door. There were only two explanations: either that dryad bodyguard had gotten free of the guards and was attempting to break into her room again, or princess Seraphina herself had decided to take a
