CYPRIEN'S POV
I was still turning those questions over in my mind when the doors to the sunroom finally opened.
Alpha Beron stepped inside, his posture composed, his expression carefully arranged. But his eyes betrayed the panic he was trying so hard to conceal.
He bowed, the gesture noticeably stiff. "Prince Cyprien," he greeted. "To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"
I returned the gesture with a slight nod. "My apologies for arriving without notice."
He settled into the chair across from me before giving his head a slight shake. "There is no need to apologize, Your Highness."
I offered a polite smile, hoping it appeared genuine enough to conceal how little patience I had for these formalities.
"I'm afraid there is," I replied. "Unexpected royal visits have a way of disrupting
