The sound of the trumpet informed Xavier of his father’s arrival and he rose from his throne and down the stairs, towards the wide window, which he could see through. 

Just as expected, Robb got down from his carriage escorted by a few temple guards and priests towards the Palace. He was adorned in a white long robe with golden stripes, a signature of his title as alpha of alphas. Xavier hated the wrecking feeling that always accompanied the thought of Robb being close by. He had had it since he was a child and he thought he’d outgrow it by now. 

It was the fear that his father could...