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I had seen the determination in his eyes in the days leading up to the coronation. He understood the mysterious power that had chosen him, and he was determined to make it work with his ideas.
He was also determined to undo all the damage that had been caused by his half-sister. He'd already freed all those she had abducted.
Henderson's crafty spell revealed she'd taken beings she thought no one would go searching for. She'd put them to work in the mines, desperate to build up her coffers–coffers she'd been draining at an alarming rate.
I glanced over at my mate and saw admiration in his eyes. I couldn't help but feel the same.
My father stepped down from the dais and approached the crowd. Many more were outside. Thousands had come to the keep to see him.
He raised his hands to calm the rumbles, and the room fell silent. He looked around then, meeting eyes with each individual within his sight.
"There is much to do. It is my hope, as much as it is my expectation, that each of you will do your part."
The crowd erupted into cheers and applause. Father bowed deeply then returned to the top of the dais.
His new castle guards, some of whom had been in his crew in Terek, intercepted the throng as they attempted to follow. He bowed to them once again when he reached the top.
"Come," he ordered, turning on his heel and striding to the door behind us.
"He might not want to be king," Kol grumbled, "but he sure acts like one."
"I'm not sure that's something he can ever change, buddy," Nik commented then clamped a hand on Kol's shoulder. "Wait for your sister to go first. You're at court now."
"Yeah yeah," he grumbled some more.
Smiling, I slipped my hand into Casimir's. "And here I thought Father had softened around the edges."
He chuckled, bringing my knuckles to his lips and escorting me through the door. "Brokk will never be soft. I'd say it's more like he took off his sword for a minute. Now he needs to put it back on."
"I'd like to put your sword back inside my scabbard," I teased.
My mate stutter-stepped and I bit my lip innocently.
"Congratulations, Little Bird. I'm hard as a fucking rock."
"Good. It will give me motivation to keep this meeting short."
“And don’t say scabbard. Say sheath.”
“Noted.”
Love, mixed with mirth and a heavy dose of lust, trickled through our connection. Usually we left the bond wide open but the lust part never seemed to lessen. We'd agreed to constrict the flow today but it wasn't easy to completely block.
"Please wait and tease me once I have you in a room where I can rip off that dress. You look beautiful, by the way, but gods you're distracting."
I looked down to the simple ice blue gown I'd selected. It reminded me of the Grecian goddess dresses I'd seen in books.
Soft, flowy fabric connected over one shoulder and cinched at the waist. The slit, much to my mate's dismay, went all the way to my upper thigh and showed the entire expanse of my leg as I walked.
Casimir discreetly adjusted himself before we entered my father's new office. Instead of a celebration for his coronation, he wanted a private chat with his children and then to return to work.
Father was seated at his desk, writing something down. Once Kol and Nik entered, he finally acknowledged us.
"I have something for you," he said before he lowered the pen.
He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a blade inside a dark grey sheath. Then another one that matched. And a third. Then a fourth.
“How many of those do you have in there?” I couldn’t see into the drawer very well, but it looked like there were more.
