The morning training session had concluded, and the boys were finally walking away from the training grounds, still damp with sweat, the morning sun climbing over Dravengard.
Derek strode at the very front of the group, flanked closely by Declan, Kai, Connor, and a small handful of senior Gammas.
"Now that she's back," Derek was saying, "and carrying my heir, the Queen's security is my highest priority. I want it airtight. Connor, choose your most trusted, capable and strongest warriors to guard her. Handpick them yourself. I want men you'd stake your own life on."
"Consider it done, Your Grace," Connor replied.
Then he cleared his throat. "But... what exactly are we supposed to do about Gavin? That stubborn guard her brother sent along to look after her? To be honest with you, the guy is getting right on my last nerves."
