Chapter 51

Prescott's POV

“Your Majesty!” Wharton, the royal Beta, whom I had left the matter of the nation in his hands before leaving the royal Villa, his voice echoed through my mind and I let out a soft groan.

This was my first time hearing from him and being away for a couple of days.

“Yes, Wharton,” I said through the mind link as I slowly got up from the seat, after sparing my Queen a last glance.

I walked away from the dining room, not wanting to display any unnecessary facial expressions at the dining. I didn't know the purpose of my Beta’s mind link and I needed to be someone quiet to be able to express myself.

“How are you doing, Your Majesty? And how is the matter with the rogue, are you making any progress in finding the root of the rogues?” he asked in one breath, his voice came out hoarse and I let out a loud groan.

“I’m still on the rogues, I haven't gotten my hand on anything useful and it makes me feel sick.” I let out truthfully, didn't have any reason to hide the fact from my