The True King of Lycans
"Charles Alexander Cardona, tried for treason and the attempted assassination of Lord William Huckabee, we the lycans of your kingdom ask you King Adrian Maxwell for your judgement."
The moment his presence entered the throne room I knew it was him over 1,000 years alive, and I'm finally graced with the presence of my mate, my soul, my everything. He is hunched over and held down by two guards, even then I can make out his muscular build and sculpted back. He doesn't recognize our bond since he is so young (about 250 years at most). I raise my hand to the height of my shoulder and place it on the armrest palm up to the throne that, my husband, The King of Lycans resides seeking his permission to voice my opinion and to save my mates life.
He gently brushes his fingers over my palm to grant permission. I leans towards his ear, and give him my suggestion for punishment. The only way to keep him safe and under my watch. The king looks to me with a flicker of shock that quickly disappears before others can recognize it.
With his booming voice he speaks, "I, King Adrian Maxwell, hereby sentence you, Charles Alexander Cardona to a lifetime of servitude to Queen Raina Louisa Maxwell."
At least I believed it would keep him safe.