Queen Mira-
It was five in the morning when we awoke to knocking at our door. Iroquois grumbled as he rose to check it. I lay naked wrapped in the bedsheets.
“What the f**k Parrish? What happened?” He speaks from the door as I rise, throwing on a silk robe and walking to meet my mate.
“We had an issue, I need to meet with you in your office. Now please my queen and king.” Parrish requests not looking at me out of respect. Iroquois frowns, looking at me. I nod and turn to prepare. I trust Parrish, and if he needs us, it is warranted.
“We will be in my office in ten,” I respond, heading to the showers.
Fifteen minutes later, we sit in my office. I’m behind my large carved desk, and Iroquois stands next to me. Before us stands Parrish and next to him are the two guards who were suppose
