Nikolai

“Your Highness! Your Highness!” The scribe in a long white robe that made him look more of a mushroom than anything wheezed as he burst through the huge double doors of my throne room making me snap my head up from where I had rested it on my hands.

“What is it?” I hissed, watching the furry heads of the wolves present whip around to face the doors as the sinewy wolf fell at my feet.

“Wolves from the lowlands Your Highness, soldiers reported seeing your brother getting carted off by the rogues,” The man cried, and I felt my heart sputter to a stop in my chest before...