Big Deal
King Vaughn’s p.o.v.
My mind keeps wandering to Dyala’s journal. Her life was a hell from start to end and if it were possible, I would hold everyone accountable for what they put her through.
“Good morning, Uncle Vaughn.” Dallas greets as she walks into our dining room, closely followed by her Mates.
“Depends on what you call Good, Dallas.” I mumble..
This is not a good morning because I barely slept last night, tossing and turning after reading that damn journal. Even Eliza has been in a foul mood since last night, even though she can usually control her anger or disappointment toward people.
“You read her journal, didn’t you?” Dallas asks as she sits down at the table with her breakfast.
“Yes, I did. It is disgusting what he did to Dyala and I am going to make it publicly known. It won’t change the past, but it will help me to set a precedent for the future.” I respond.
There is a lot I want and need to do after today if I want to turn things around and improve the future of every Shifter in my Kingdom. Which means a lot of work for me and my leadership, but with the help of the Elders, it might work out.
“Daxton, which one of you will return with Alpha Preston?” I ask, looking at who I assume is Daxton.
“Nice guess, Your Majesty.” Daxton says, chuckling. “Darius will return with Preston, we will call Quincy to prepare him to take over our position in Silver Eclipse Pack.”
I have kept a close eye on Daxton while he spoke and now I am trying to find a slight difference between him and Darius. If there is one, it will make it easier to tell them apart in the future.
My Lycan points out that Darius has a slightly darker eye color, which I still have trouble seeing.
My Lycan lends me his eyesight and I can finally see the slight difference. It isn’t a huge difference, but enough to keep them apart.
For the moment, I can act as if their clothes are the reason I can tell them apart, but I will need to look into their eyes from now on to figure out who is who and then play it off as if I had another lucky guess.
“Did you figure it out, Dad?” Quinlan asks.
“Funny, Son. When did you figure it out?” I ask him, curious to find out if he figured it out on his own or with the help of his Lycan.
“It isn’t polite to use your mind–link in company, Uncle Vaughn.” Dallas says and I notice that everyone is looking at me.
“Dad wanted to know when I figured out the difference between Daxton and Darius.” Quinlan answers. I noticed it during the meeting when you revealed the truth about Aunt Dezra and last night my Lycan, Brogan, confirmed it.”
Dallas looks at both her Mates with a questioning look on her face, probably trying to figure out if there
is something on the surface that she can use to identify them with.
A Servant walks into the dining room before anyone can ask another question. “It is time, Your Majesty.” She says before walking out again.
Damn, this is going to be a long and tiring day. The first thing I am going to do is order everyone to keep quiet, unless they are asked a question. It did wonders days ago and I might implement this more in the future. Maybe even forget to break the order from time to time.
I can already hear voices coming from the Throne room. Not that I can understand what they are saying and to tell you the truth, I don’t care.
“I need all of you to stay out here for a moment, I dont want any of you affected by my order.” I say before I walk down the hall to the Throne room.
Once I have given the order, I ask Joshua to get the Royal family and my other guests.
It remains quiet, but I can see that most are in a mind–link with their Mate. Except for Alpha Preston and Luna Pearl, they seem to enjoy themselves just fine. Both of them look around the room and politely smile if their eyes connect with those of another Alpha or Luna.
Alphas and Lunas, thank you all for coming to the Palace. While you get all the information from me, your Pack will receive the same information from an Elder. This is a long story and goes back a few generations. A tail that changed a few protocols for the Royal family.” I say.
I explain to them what Dyala’s Brother had done and that it resulted in every Royal family member taking an oath at the age of eighteen.
“There is, however, a huge detail none of us were aware of and that involves Princess Dyala’s connection. We were told that Princess Dyala died of heart failure, but that was a lie. Dyala refused to return to the Palace and when her Mate found out what she had declined, he tried to force her to accept her rightful place by any means necessary.
At first, he tried to persuade her by trying to guilt–trip her, that she was abandoning her people. When that didn’t work, he took more drastic measures and that is what killed Dyala in the end. He cheated on her, over and over again and we all know what that means.” I say.
I let everyone process Dyala’s story and I know that somewhere down the line, someone will start to wonder how things would have turned out if Dyala had accepted her position.
“Captain Dallas, can you tell everyone how we discovered these last details?” I ask her.
“Alpha Aaron of Iron Moon gave me a journal that had been in Prince Darron’s family for generations.” She answers and I can see Alpha Preston looking at Alpha Aaron with a strange look in his eyes.
I will deal with that after this is all over, because it might be nothing or it could be a big deal.
