Elian's POV
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"So, uhm... What's the agenda for today?" He stretched his limbs when he, Lucian and Kyren walked out of the room after freshening up.
Trying to pretend the system hadn't slapped him with the most traumatising mission ever.
[Instead of mentally whining, I'd start plotting the best and fastest ways to get pregnant if I were you.]
[Lucian is an Alpha King now. A new one. Which means he's going to be much busier, especially with the unpredictability of Arcadia and the High Matron threatening the continent.]
"Well, Elian," Lucian wrapped his arms around his shoulders while Kyren gave them a side eye, most of his attention glued to his communication bracelet. "First, breakfast. Then immediately after we're going to have a meeting with the top noble families of Lunaria."
[Told you so.]
Elian's jaw tightened, eyes sliding to Kyren.
The Rogue king was busy typing something into a holographic screen, his crimson orbs squinted into slits.
