Well Rested


    Das‘ pov.


    “Uncle Vaughn, we need to discuss the trial for the Elders. We all know that not every Elder and their family is to me for what happened, but I want all of them to be in the trial. They need to understand that from now on, we will be in control of the Kingdom.” I say as Aunt Eliza is busy preparing breakfast.


    He leans back in his seat while looking at me and I take that as my que to continue telling them about my solution.


    “To ensure that every Alpha is fully aware of the changes, they need to be present. However, there is the slight problem inmunicating this to their Pack–members. This time, we can’t stand the Elders out there to resolve that issue. So, any ideas?” I ask before <b>I </b>sit down.


    No one makes a sound as they think about my question, but I have a hard time believing that we will find a solution anytime


    soon.


    “How about broadcasting it and making it mandatory to watch?” Aunt Eliza asks from the kitchen.


    “The fastest way would be to send an email to every Pack. We tell the Alphas that we will be discussing major changes to the Kingdom and the Royal family. This means we will have to keep the Elders and their families in the West wing until tomorrow,” Uncle Vaughn responds.


    We don’t waste time sending out the emails to every Pack and within the hour, we have confirmation from the Alphas that they are on their way to the Pce.


    Luckily, the guest wing has its own team of Servants and they ensure it is prepared for all the guests to arrive before midnight.


    “How are we going to address this situation?” Uncle Vaughn asks, but I believe we have something else to deal with first.


    “We can talk about thatter. We need to talk about my Ceremony first.” I answer instead.


    The Ceremony would typically be held with the Elders present, but I found a loophole in thew. As the King, Uncle Vaughn choose to have a private Ceremony and in this case, that will be best.


    I show him thew regarding the Alpha, Beta, or Gamma Ceremony and point out the use I had found while reviewing everything we found in the West wing.


    “Excellent. We will hold the Ceremony tonight. It will make things a lot easier in the morning.” Uncle Vaughn says, after reading through it.


    We spend the rest of the afternoon fine–tuning our case and hopefully, we will get this Kingdom back on its feet in no time.


    After dinner, we gather in our living room and Uncle Vaughn ces everything he needs on the coffee table. Quin will rece the Elder who would usually assist with this Ceremony and my family will serve as witnesses.


    “Will you put the Kingdom’s needs before your own? Will you protect the weak within this Kingdom?” Uncle Vaughn asks and I


    reply affirmatively.


    “Will you guide the Shifters within this Kingdom to be the best they can be? Will you uphold thews of this Kingdom? Will you help your King in bringing those to justice who broke ourws?” Uncle Vaughn asks and again I answer affirmatively.


    “Das, will you ept the position of Royal Beta and help me bring this Kingdom back to what it has always meant to be?” Uncle Vaughn asks.


    “I will.” I answer as I lock my eyes with his.


    Uncle Vaughn and I pull our hands away from each other, far enough for Quin to ce the knife between our hands. As we close the gap, Quin pulls the knife up.


    We squeeze our hands together, forcing our blood to mix before it drips into the chalice that Quin is holding in ce.


    Well Rested


    “Das, I bestow upon you the position of Royal Beta of the Pharian Kingdom.” Uncle Vaughn says.


    He holds my hand for a few more minutes as my connection to the Kingdom forms.


    Hlean back against Daxton, who has been standing behind me the entire time. A Ceremony like this can cause a Shifter to pass out or get disoriented from sensory overload.


    All I get is a light dizziness, which disappears when Uncle Vaughn releases my hand. Charna feels more present in my mind than she did before, but it doesn’t bother me one bit.


    “Uhm, is this normal?” I hear Daxton ask and Uncle Vaughn steps forward to see what Daxton is talking about.


    “Yes, this is normal. Your mark will also change, probably during the night.” Uncle Vaughn answers. “Normally, that crown would have been there from the start, but Das wasn’t raised within our family. By epting the Royal position, the change to your mark sped up.”


    He has to exin to us what he meant with that remark and I find another piece of information that I had been unaware of. My mark gained a crown at the top and the lettering of my Mates‘ names has turned to gold. The mark of my Mates will not be gaining the crown, but my name will turn gold in the next few hours.


    “The gold represents the Royals who are reigning over the Kingdom and the crown represents your connection to the Royal family. Always make sure that your mark is visible; it will keep many men and women away from you.” Uncle Vaughn says.


    “It is time to turn in for the night, because tomorrow will be a long and tiring day. We will have a lot to deal with and not everyone will appreciate what we are trying to aplish.” Aunt Eliza says as she pulls Uncle Vaughn out of the living room.


    I won’t argue with her. This Ceremony was exhausting and I can use a good night’s rest. I am not going to specte on what tomorrow might bring, because everything that needs to happen will be done. If anyone disagrees, we will address the issue at that time<i>. </i>


    My Mates are already in bed when I get out of the bathroom and I let myself crash on the bed between them. I’m not sure if ! crawled under the sheet myself or if I put my head on Darius‘ chest but that’s how I wake up in the morning.


    Well rested to face another day. Ready for the shitshow that is going to hit our Kingdom.


    A Break