Anthony’s POV“What's this about? Make it quick, we haven't got all day.” My brother’s irritation was palpable as his words rent through the air, making the already sour looks on the elder’s faces harden even more.“It's about the position of the court reagent, Your Highnesses. The one the late princess…bless her heart, left open when she died. We think we have a successor ready for your blessings.” Lord John, a great whale of a wolf replied snarkily and my hands clenched to fists beside me.“Was that a fucking joke?” Michael thundered, stepping right up to the shorter…stouter wolf’s face before I shot out an arm to separate them.No no no…i didn't need this fucking shit first thing in the bloody morning! Was there some sort of moonshine crack flying around the palace now that I didn't know about?“Had better be a goddamned joke, Anthony, our sister isn't even cold in the ground yet and they're already talking about replacing her?” Michael shouted, his chest heaving with ragged breaths
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