Chapter 14
“So, you got to sit at the King’s table for dinner, huh?” Warlord’s voice crackled through the line, deep and vibrating with a mix of amusement and pride.
After the dinner had finally wound down, Arden had excused herself to her quarters. She was currently sinking into the oversized beanbag in the corner of the room. She had just finished explaining the invitation Evelyn had extended and the sheer chaos of sitting between two princesses and three energetic triplet wolf pups.
“I did,” Arden admitted, a small smile playing on her lips as she stared up at the high, vaulted ceiling. “I was ‘off the clock’ by royal decree. I think I’ve spent more time today being treated like a person than I have in the last decade.”
“Good,” Warlord grunted, and she could almost hear the possessi
