WILLIAM.
I glanced down at my watch and cursed out loud. I was going to be late. I left the hall and quickly made my way to the throne room. I had to fill in for my mother in her royal duties while she was gone. Right now, I was supposed to be receiving subjects in the throne room. I hurried to the throne and sat down. Michael gave me a glance and placed my crown on my head. I hated the thing. It was cold , heavy, and uncomfortable, but as the crowned prince, it was considered necessary. I sighed and motioned for the guards to open the doors and let the first one in. I sat listening as a young fae woman begged for royal permission to marry the man she was in love with. The problem was he was not a fae. She had fallen deeply and madly in love with a shifter. The fae had been cross breeding
