119. The King's Mother Was Dead

KING ARCHIE’S POV

I was sitting on my throne with tears in my eyes.

I was crying. I was grieving like a good King and most especially like a good Son would.

After all, My mother has been killed.

After all, my mother has been poisoned to death and her body was lying in a white coffin that was also in the large throne room with me and all the Lycans and werewolves living and working with Royal Hills.

They were all here to witness a new day… a new era that would begin with my mother’s death.

“I know this is important but are you certain Amanisa would be fine on her own? Perhaps Curtis shouldn't have left her. I feel strong emotions from the bond but I can’t access her mind.”

Jay comp, gained while I wept like a child… a child sitting on a throne. Jay couldn't be bothered about my games. He didn't care that I had killed my mom's look-alike with the help of Rahela and also brought her to the meeting to play games with Byron and my subjects.

My Lycan Spirit couldn't care less.

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