Good News?

Chapter Fifty-nine.

Alaric's pov.

Preparations for the ceremony haven't even started, you can even get the whiff of celebration in the air but I was already tired.

My father had held a meeting the night before where he had addressed the ministers on the development of things or rather the talking of things— How there was disturbance to the supply of goods to the upper city as well as the palace. Those werewolves have been stirring trouble ever since but it had always been minor, nothing too big yet.

The king had put them in their place quietly and we hadn't heard of any disturbances again, so we could get back to discussing the ceremony.

Although I would have said making use of the imperial guards was a bit too much, which I did, but, my father had informed me that they weren't that fazed by the normal guards and so he needed to exert dominance.

"THEY SHOULD KNOW THEIR PLACE OR THEY MIGHT JUST GET HURT." His words not mine. But I could tell my father was angry, not at the werewolves