Defying Command
The warmth of nostalgia wrapped around me like a gentle embrace, my mind drifting through the beautiful memories of Camelot—his laughter, his teasing, the way he had always been mine, even when I hadn’t realized it.
But then—it shattered.
Reality crashed down like ice at the sound of a voice filled with authority and command.
“Camelot, this is enough. Move away from my daughter this instant!”
Robin’s words cut through the air, his presence looming, his voice thick with control and expectation.
But I wasn’t a child.
And I wasn’t his to command.
My fingers tightened against Camelot’s fur, my heartbeat picking up, but I refused to let fear take hold.
I knew my options were limited.
I couldn’t shift—not while my pup was growing inside me.
I couldn’t fight him head-on
