"So how do we take down the big bad guy, Baron?" Roman asked, making exaggerated air quotes.
Alaric replied flatly, "We can't. His life's magically tied to the Queen or something like that."
"No wonder he walks around with a swagger," Griffin muttered. "He's got a free pass to commit crimes without fear of punishment from the crown."
"Well, he's a king, duh. What did you expect?" Roman said with a shrug.
"He's the Queen's consort," Asher corrected him. "Same thing we'd be once Violet takes the Alpha King position."
Roman's grin widened. "Fine by me. She can consort me all night long."
Alaric groaned and dragged a hand down his face. "We're trying to have a serious conversation here, man."
"And I'm saying," Roman went on, "if their lives are tied together, isn't there some way she can, I don't know, magically take his life for herself — whatever bibidi-babidi-boo stuff they do — and dump the bastard for real?"
At that, the other Cardinal Alphas froze.
That wasn't a bad idea.
