The Prince's Guard
That was common, many spent at least a few weeks getting to know each other before sealing the bond.
He felt he was tearing himself in two.
“My Prince, His Royal Highness is on the phone in the Alpha office.”
“Which one?” He knew who it was, he was just feeling obstinate.
“King Marcus, my Prince.”
“Really? My brother has graced me with a phone call after three weeks? Sure he’s not too busy?”
“Do you wish for me to notify him to call back at a more convenient time?” Callum asked professionally through the door.
“No, no, I’m coming,” he sighed.