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Darius<b>‘ </b>p.o.v.
I listen to the breathing of my Mate and my Brother. I just woke up from another fantastic night of sleep and I take this time to lie here, listening to my surroundings with my eyes closed.
These past few days have been a rollercoaster ride. Throughout my years as a Beta, I have encountered deceit of various levels and I have always wondered if I would evere across something worse.
Guess, I finally found something worse. It is worse because it affects the entire Kingdom and it has been ongoing for more than one generation.
We didn’t discuss how to deal with what we found out or how to make it known throughout the Kingdom what we uncovered. It can’t be done the same way as with Dezra’s betrayal, because the Elders need to be present for this trial.
Das is turning toward me in her sleep and I pull her closer to my side, while Daxton quietly gets out of bed. I listen as he goes through his morning routine and I remember the talks we used to have in this exact circumstance.
I want to get those moments back with our Mate and hopefully have many meaningful conversations this way, a rxed way to start our mornings before dealing with business or our children in the future.
It takes her a few more minutes to open her eyes, but she isn’t in a hurry to get out of bed. I kiss the top of her head before getting out of bed to prepare for another day of meetings or at least, I assume it will be more than one meeting.
“How do you think your family wants to handle this situation?” I hear Daxton ask as I go through my morning routine in the bathroom.
“I would suggest using the Squads, but there aren’t enough of them to visit every Pack at once. We might need to think a little bit about it and discuss all the pros and cons before we can get this show on the road.” Das answers him.
Our bond tells me that she is already trying toe up with a solution, but something is frustrating her to no end.
“What has you so frustrated, Princess?” I ask as I walk into the walk–in closet.
“The solution I thought of will put me back in a room with Alpha Leon. I had hoped that I could avoid that Pack for the rest o life, even though I know that was wishful thinking on my part.” She answers.
Daxton and I chuckle at her response because her position will probably force her to interact with them more than any of us would like. Walker will probably be the least of her problems. I doubt he is still the Beta of Shadow Valley Pack.
“Why don’t we discuss this solution with Uncle Vaughn and Quin? They might have another idea that you didn’t think of.” Daxton replies as he picks her off the bed and puts her down inside the bathroom.
Once we are all dressed, we head to our dining room to see Servants running around. Uncle Vaughn is looking annoyed and I hear Quin growl now and then.
“Good morning, Uncle Vaughn.” Das says as she looks at Quin. “Who the hell pissed you off?”
I looked around the room when we entered, but I didn’t see anyone or anything that could have ticked him off. Uncle Vaughn shakes his head as he looks at the Servants and he doesn’t need to say anymore.
“Oh, I get it. Mommy woke you up too early.<i>” </i>Das says in a teasing voice and every Servant stops what they are doing to look
at Das.
“Das, you are a twit.” Quin says.
“Better than one of the seven dwarfs.” Das shoots back and he stares at her dumbfounded. I hear a few sports behind me<b>, </b>but don’t take the time to look over my shoulder. I assume those are family members and appreciate Das’s no–nonsense approach.
The Servants slowly return to whatever task they were doing. I watch them as they move around the room in a leisurely <b>way</b>,
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taking their sweet time <b>to </bplete their duties.
“If they move any slower, a snail might overtake them.” Daxton mumbles through our mind–link and I don’t even <b>try </b><b>to </b>stop myself fromughing, Das nudges him with her elbow, not hard enough to hurt him, but he grabs his ribs anyway.
<b>“</b>Your Majesty, should we serve breakfast in the main dining room for your family and the Elders?<b>” </b>Lucia asks, she is the Head Servant for the Royal wing, as I discovered a few days back.
“The Elders are confined to the West wing for the time being. You can ensure they receive three meals a day and that’s it. You can take all the Servants with you to make their stay asfortable as possible, but if they want something outside the three meals, they need to take care of that themselves.” Uncle Vaughn says.
<b>“</b><b>I </b>will inform Joshua of your decision, Uncle Vaughn. Just to make sure that none of the Elders start harassing the Servants.<b>” </b>Das responds.
Camus is enjoying this from the back of my head. He loves how Das acts as if she gives a damn about those Servants, but she couldn’t care less. We know that they are all under orders to report everything they hear to the Elders<b>, </b><b>so </b>there <b>is </b>no love lost here.
“What about your meals, Your Majesty?” Lucia asks while Das is informing Joshua about the change in ns.
“We can take care of ourselves, Lucia. I want all of you out of here within the next thirty minutes.” Aunt Eliza says as she walks into the living room. Every Servant looks from their Queen to Lucia, but none of them says a word.
Lucia looks very confused and I can tell that she is trying to determine whether or not to talk back. “Whatever you say, Your Majesty.” Lucia says this before ushering the other Servants out of the room.
Das looks at her watch after a while and points at a few family members without saying a word. She doesn’t have to, because we all understand what she wants us to do.
Every room is checked and every Servant still in the Royal wing is sent to the West wing. In the end, we found four Servants still lingering around and it surprises me that we didn’t discover more.
“No more bugs in the Royal wing. They have been dealt with and Pablo will check if these are connected to the others we found.” Das states, before we sit down for breakfast.
Well Rested
Well Rested