CHARLOTTE^
After what felt like an eternity of silence King Arthur finally broke the comfortable hum of conversation. His voice, deep and resonant, cut through the air, though it remained calm, almost dismissive. “You know that would be a waste of my time, Selene. I have better things to do than explore my own property.” He punctuated his sentence with a thoughtful chew of his steak.
My wolf bristled. Waste of his time? As if my presence isn’t worthy of his regal attention! A growl rumbled in my chest, a low, visceral response I quickly swallowed down. He might be a king, but his arrogance grated on my last nerve.
“That’s quite alright, Your Majesty,” I interjected smoothly, leaning slightly into Lyta. I rested my hand on his shoulder, a casual, friendly gesture that earned me a warm,
