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I returned to my pane search to pull up that article onAerinandIphelia.
I’d searched theTrueHeirwith a vulnerableTrueBride.Therehad to be something in it, especially after whatCalisasaid, and the new knowledgeIhad that night my beast was of a warrior caste, andIpheliahad been the same.
She wasn’t an outlier.Throughouthistory, there had always been female warriors of every race and breed, and there were several elite squads made entirely of females that were famous for their heroic deeds.
I just didn’t know, until that night,Iwas one of them.
I read, and most of whatIread was whatIknew of their story.
UntilIgot to the part where it said:
According to various sources close to theTrueHeir, along with what was written inPrincessIphelia’sjournals,PrinceAerinexperienced critically debilitating lack of control due to his concern over his fated mate placing herself in danger.
This went far beyond the customary need to protect of a male mate.
It famously caused a rift between the lovers.Onethat tore them apart and shocked the realm.
Unfortunately, although it’s known they reconciled, and nine months later the nextTrueHeirwas born, as she often did—understanding her journals would be kept for historical purposes—PrincessIpheliadid not detail this reconciliation as she rarely detailed the more private moments she shared with her husband.
It is simply known that they were never apart again, in living life or in fighting wars.Andthere were no further indications that the prince suffered this debilitation in regard to his mate.
In fact, they became famous at the time for their synchronicity on and off the battlefield and revered as formidable opponents to any enemy.
It is also known that, from their reconciliation onward, they reigned together as partners, this being unusual to this day for any monarch, king or queen, to share this power with their spouse.
“Well, that doesn’t help much,”Imuttered to my tablet.
“Meow?”Cometasked.
“Nothing to worry about, baby,”Icooed to him.
There was a knock on the door.
“Yes?”Icalled.
Fannon opened it and walked in. “I’mto escort you to the prince now,Laura.”
I was being taken to him?
Interesting.
I nodded, quickly taking my feet and said, “Ineed to throw on some shoes.”Anda bra,Ididn’t say.
He returned my nod.
On my dash to the closet,Itossed my tablet on the sofa.Itook the time to put on some flats, a bra, and the mane-mate in order for it to do my hair in a ponytail (my fabulous chignon was long gone).ThenIwas hustling back out to the sitting room.
Geleena stayed behind to guard the suite, andFannonandIdescended to the first floor and then down the hall toward the admin wing.
Once there, we hit a lift, took it down two floors and then out into a hallI’dnever been in and didn’t know existed.Ithad none of the elegant trappings of the upper floors, but instead was cold and utilitarian.
There were two defense bots standing outside a door, their sight ring pulsing a lavender light, which was both creepy and cool, knowing they could use it to see three hundred sixty degrees.
Fannon was talking into his watch unit as we approached, so when we got there, the door opened.
“MistressLaura,” a maleI’dnever met said.
He bowed then moved back soIcould enter.
