Dallas’ p.o.v.
I smile as Marshall’s little hands slip from the straps of my dress while he drifts off to sleep and I quickly but carefully turn him in my arms.
Daxton takes him from my arms as I follow Quinlan to the stage with Everett right behind me.
Larissa is already waiting on the stage for us; she had been guided to her seat by Aunt Eliza, as Quinlan didn’t want her to be on her feet longer than necessary.
I am listening as Uncle Vaughn denounces the throne and as he does, our Guardians move into position.
If anyone wanted to make a move against the Royal family, this would be the perfect time. For a few minutes, our Kingdom is without a ruler and therefore, it is the best opportunity to try and make a move to take over the throne.
Our Guardians have been rehearsing this eve
