Fitz bobbed his head once, understanding exactly what she meant. It was something they had been doing since the night of their walk. Differentiating between her talking to him as a man, rather than her king.
“I feel that the king is not trusting that I am capable of looking out for myself. He is being over protective, and I am sure the elders and remaining Alpha’s are thinking I am weak, because I am unable to attend the morning meetings,” Eliza said.
“The king trusts you. It is other people he doesn’t trust,” Fitz sighed.
“I get that. However, you cannot keep me locked up like a princess in a tower for the rest of my days. There is always going to be danger. Whether it is going for a walk and crossing paths with a snow bear, or rogue. Slipping on wet cold stone and banging my head w
