Alpha King Dimitrio.
“I couldn’t have a word with you last time. Forgive me.” I say, lifting my eyes away from the stacks of parchments to have a word with Hardane. He is the chosen sword, standing rigidly before my oak desk. His crimson cloak, emblazoned with a silver griffin, is drinking in the light, contrasting sharply with the dark, wood-paneled walls of my study.
His posture is a study in stoicism.
“May I know what it is about?” Hardane asks.
“Yes…”
“I heard you brought Ludo Spatiatis into the castle on that very day where Queen Lupita was present.” I ask, taking a moment away from the papers.
“Um—yes, your majesty.” He answers.
“Did you meet the rest of her family?” I ask and he clears her throat.
“Just her father, he was in the workshop.” Hardane answers.
“I see. I
