"I understand, Your Majesty. Allow this humble servant to keep watch over the matter," the Royal Advisor said, bowing deeply before withdrawing to make his own preparations.
The Alpha King remained where he was, eyes fixed on the grand doors. He didn't want to doubt his own brother, nor imagine him ruthless enough to raise a dagger against his kin.
Yet in their world, survival of the fittest was the only law, and the Royal Advisor's words were a sharp reminder not to lower his guard. His daughter had already been harmed more than once, something he swore would never happen again while he still drew breath.
If protecting her meant suppressing his brother and treating him with caution, then so be it.
But he couldn't simply kill Dimitri on a mere suspicion, nor could he easily move against Claire. The Royal Capital was rife with hidden currents, and any reckless action without solid justification would make him no different from the Rogues.
