Soren's POV:
My heart raced in a chaotic rhythm, each beat echoing the uproar within me. My anger ignited like a blazing fire as I listened to the echoes of my mother's passionate rant, which seemed to last an eternity. Her words cut sharply through the air as she scolded me for what she considered a grave mistake: hiding my mate from a kingdom in desperate need of stability. She passionately conveyed the significance of family, insisting that we must remain united in the face of challenges. She painted a picture of duty and honor, lecturing me on what it truly means to be a good king. I understood she had somewhat good intentions with her rants, but my attention began to wane; I could hardly grasp her words. Xaroth's incessant whining clawed at my focus, drowning out my mother's voice an
