A different set of powerful legs flashed in Chrystal’s mind.
“Father, I seek your counsel.”
“I want your father’s head. Bring that, and you can have all the counsel you need.”
Rogues were greeting the King and moving away. He was nodding at some, glancing at others, the crowd clearing as she fell in step with him.
Two guards fell in behind them.
“Why do you have guards here? I thought –”
He stopped and turned to her.
“You have not learned the rules. Do you think me replacement for your mate? Is he too busy with his wife to tend to your needs?” he droned.
“My King – I mean, Father, I kept my first promise. I returned your son to you. I only ask a –”
“First, do not speak to me like we are in some court. I have no need of that –”
“But you also –”
“I adapt.”
She nodded.
He nodded
