Lost Amelia
Gerald's POV
I felt a sense of relief wash over me as I opened the door, the guardsman's presence a welcome distraction from the forbidden desire that threatened to consume me.
He knelt before me, his head bowed in deference, his posture a silent, respectful gesture of submission, as he spoke, his voice low, tremulous.
"Your majesty," he murmured, his eyes fixed on the floor, his body trembling with a mix of fear and reverence.
"There is a problem, my Alpha," the guardsman continued, his voice still low, his words a harbinger of chaos as my heart raced, my mind spinning with a flurry of possibilities.
"Speak, "I ordered, my tone sharp and authoritative, the mask of the king slipping into place with practiced ease.
The guardsman's words hung in the air like a dark menacing cloud, the silence a heavy oppressive weight, as my eyes narrowed, my jaw clenched in anger.
