Oryn let out a deep, chest-vibrating rumble. "Understood, Queen. The 'heavy slate' will be mapped and stored in the palace basement, where only you can see it."
"Good." I looked at the babies, who were currently trying to chew on the edge of a rug. "And Noah, Fenric... since I'm supposed to be 'resting,' you two are in charge of keeping the scouts away from the cliffside. Tell them it's a construction hazard or whatever that will scare them. If I see a single wolf or tiger sniffing around that dig site, I'm holding you responsible."
Noah grinned, picking up a scooting Raiden. "Consider the perimeter locked down. No one gets near your treasure pipe without a pass from the King."
"The Kings," Fenric corrected him with a pointed look.
Well, if I'm the queen, Noah can't be the only king, and the others were concubines, right? So they are all kings, haha.
Well, he's basically handed me the kingdom, so my husbands are all kings.
