“Your majesty,” Jeremiah started, and Blake had to repress the urge to grimace in distaste. He knew that sugary tone all too well. “There are some matters which require your immediate attention.”
“I’m listening,” Blake said simply while stroking his mate’s hair lovingly.
She was sitting in his lap, doing a good a job at distracting him from his duties… not that he minded.
“Princess Elizabeth wants to retire in England. That is unacceptable, considering she is the late prince’s mate.” The outrage couldn't be clearer in the old geezer's voice.
"The late prince, Lucian, was a backstabbing little weasel and a cheater. She can retire wherever she fancies." The words were spoken in a tone of finality which was the reason why Jeremiah averted his eyes.
"Next issue?"
"There have been
