Bab 37: CHAPTER 36

LYCAN KING CASSIAN

I sat back in my throne, arm propped up, staring at the male in front of me with all the patience I could muster. He was groveling, his voice grating on every last nerve I had left. He spoke of something in the line of livestock and border disputes, but I had stopped paying any mind about three complaints ago. They were all the same, these little toys. Marching in here, one after another, all convinced they were the exception, that their issue was somehow worth my precious time.

But this one… this one had some extra volume to him. He got louder by the second, his voice growing all impassioned, like he had just discovered he had the power to be irritating. My patience was fraying. Every word out of his mouth was like nails on a chalkboard, and I felt a twitch starting to form at my brow.