[NOUR]
In all his years as the king's most trusted enforcer, Grant Hindley had never imagined himself in this position.
Not even in his worst dreams.
This was worse than what life could give him, and yet, as the king left him with his council and the smug werewolf bastard Lucius, the enforcer knew that he had to do his best. He was the custodian of the crown. The king's most trusted wolf in the entire realm.
And now he was not just that.
He had a wedding to plan, and it was the wedding of his worst nightmare that was staring at him like life was worth nothing.
Grant despised all of this.
Fuck.
"What just happened?" one of the councilmen asked, like he couldn't understand what the thought process was for the king to demand that a weekend be done.
Of course, they wouldn't be able to question King Cassius directly because they weren't ready to be charged with treason.
