The advisors looked shocked. "But, Your Majesty, the tradition…"
Derek held up his hand, silencing the old man instantly.
"I do not care about a dusty tradition written by unhappy men," Derek commanded. He glared at the council. "She is my wife. She survived death to be by my side, and I survived hell to keep her there. The Queen can decide wherever she wants to sleep in. And she will sleep in my arms every night if she wishes. Do not ever question my marriage again. Is that understood?"
The advisors swallowed hard. They saw the terrifying, fierce look in the new King's eyes. They realized he was not a man they could control with old rules.
They all bowed their heads quickly. "Yes, Your Majesty. It is understood."
"Good," Derek said, his voice returning to a calm, serious tone. He pulled a large map of Eudora toward him. "Now, let us discuss matters that actually affect the kingdom. We start with the Western Laws."
