Chase

I looked at my dad, both curious and worried at his expression.

“What is it?”, I asked. “What’s wrong?”

When he looked back up at me, it was like the previous look of shock had never been there.

“Annalyse Mitchell?”, he asked again.

“Yeah. Why?”, I returned.

“We have a lot to talk about, Son.”, he bagan. “But first, we need to have the guest quarters prepared. She’s safest here with you, as your mate and future Queen.” he finished.

I looked at him curiously. And with gratitude.

“I’m glad you think so, Dad. I was going to ask, but you beat me