Dax closed the phone after Chris had told him about Nero weaponizing his voice, and the only word Chris could get out of him before he'd been reprimanded for ever thinking it was a good idea to 'accidentally' set his mate up with a parliamentary session.
Honestly, it hadn't been planned.
Dax didn't have a problem sharing power with his mate. Chris wore it like silk when he wanted to and like a weapon when he had to. The problem was burdens. The problem was that Christopher was already doing more than anyone had asked of him - and, worse, more than anyone could reasonably expect of him - and still looking around for more to carry, like the weight of a kingdom was a personal hobby.
His sweet mate, the one who, only a few years ago, had gone quiet and distant any time heirs were mentioned, had given Dax what he'd always wanted.
And now Chris wanted another one.
