Chapter One Hundred and Twelve.
“My King,” Eliza greeted her mate, a warm smile on her lips, as Fitz stepped into their royal alpha apartments.
“My Angel. Was your day as joyful as you wished for?” the king asked, as he slipped out of his seal skinned boots, leaving them in the mud room, before heading into the lounge area, approaching his mate, lifting her up from her seat upon the long sofa, and placing her on his lap, before letting out a sigh of contentment.
“This is better,” Fitz grinned at his mate. His day had been long, and busy, and he had missed his angel. He longed to eat a meal, just the two of them, locked away in their apartment. Fitz was of the opinion he had shared enough of her during the three day coronation, and he was excited to be alone with her for the rest of t
