KING AMOND
My grandson had disappeared and now the small council had called for a meeting. After our public altercation and my daughter finding out about the occurrence of his rut, she had been livid, threatening to support him if he decided to withdraw from inheriting the throne.
The little human girl had been rattled by him and had opened her mouth as I gathered from the frenzied doctor who had been leaving me numerous calls and messages wanting assurance he was safe.
I would need to have him taken care of. He was my biggest problem, his daughter not so much.
"They are ready for you, " Ken informed me, as was his daily routine. He gave me a sad smile, knowing how much I hated the small meetings.
The room seemed to have been in full swing with a conversation but halted the moment I
