"Ian, what are you doing here?" Casaio asked in confusion, his gaze sharp. He immediately noticed the palace servant standing behind Ian, a servant he himself had dismissed moments before, indicating Ian had countermanded his order.
"Good morning, Your Highness," Ian started with a formal greeting. "I have come to talk to you about an important matter."
"Can we talk later? Right now, I have to head somewhere," Casaio stated, eager to leave. He took a step forward, but Ian moved subtly to block him.
"I will be accompanying you to the werewolf academy. The Alpha King has ordered me to become a mediator and help you from now onward," Ian explained, dropping the unsettling news.
Casaio's brows furrowed deeply. "What do you mean? I don't need any council member's help in this matter, Ian," he clarified, his tone signaling his desire for Ian to leave.
"Your Highness, you are currently in a lesser rank than I," Ian suddenly stated, delivering the cold, calculated truth.
