Alpha Jacob
“No. I am sailing to the Red Blood Throne tomorrow morning with a contingent of the throne’s finest warriors. I need you to temporarily rule the palace in my stead.”
Shock flooded Caleb’s features, and he immediately shook his head in refusal. “It is a profound honor, Your Grace, yes, but I am not fit to sit upon the Moonlight Throne. It is also a direct insult to your heir, Prince Alex, if you do that. You should pass this responsibility to him, instead, so he can learn the weight of the crown as early as nos. He is your blood—the next King of the Wilding Forest.”