Draven only hummed at Xerian's words, his lips twisting in pure delight. "I believe the choice is left to the king now, or is it not? Unless you want to assume the position like Beta Azriel." His voice was draped with amusement that made Xerian flinch back in protest.
However, Lucien could not hold back his laughter any longer. Looking at his brother's widened eyes, he chuckled, and Xerian groaned in frustration at both of them. Why did it feel like he was the only one thinking about the future?
"I hope you know what you're doing, my king," replied Xerian, finally letting go of the topic. It was obvious the king had already made up his mind about making this girl Queen, which only meant one thing: either Erebus had confirmed something to the king that he was not willing to tell them, or it was because the girl looked like his late mate. And considering the fact that she had been bullied and rejected, maybe the king felt sorry for her.
