Blake felt on cloud nine, and yet a bit worried at the same time. Sure, his mate was back by his side, but his father was still dying. He still had to take over the throne. And most importantly, he was still about to start a war. And like all wars, that meant more blood... on his hands.
But he didn't regret acting rashly. He truly didn't. If he ever were to ignore such a blatant provocation and forgive an attack in his own territory on his own mate, no less, his reputation would suffer.
He couldn't let that happen. Not because his pride prevented him from letting that happen. But because it meant he would make look himself vulnerable in the face of his enemies who were only waiting for the smallest openings.
First, Maria. Who was next? Anastasia? Hell, no!
He would rather die a
