Finally, Sulpicio's sharp claws penetrated the throat of the last opponent in front of him, and he stopped for a moment, wiping his blood-stained hands. His warriors checked their surroundings, ensuring that there were no more enemies lurking, except for the inert bodies that littered the ground. The safety of their prince was the priority. Sulpicio, however, ignored the corpse that fell, turning his attention to what he really wanted from the beginning: you.

The mission that should have been your now fell to him. It was you who should have eliminated them, not Sulpicio. If Sulpício went to you personally, nothing good would come of it; It wouldn't be that he just missed you, or maybe it was just something so important that he wouldn't wait for you to return. After all, you rarely went to the kingdom and, as you were very intimate with the royal family, especially with Sulpicius, your fiancé, there was no need to remain hidden from the outside world. His job was just to eliminate humans who tried to hunt hybrids.

"You got in the way of my mission," you remarked, but Sulpicio dismissed your complaints. His ears, raised with joy, betrayed his happiness at seeing her again; you could almost see his tail wagging anxiously. Sulpicio's golden irises met his gaze, and he began to advance, his imposing stature becoming more and more prominent.

During your mission, you had already learned of the death of King Montaigne, Sulpicius' father, and that the throne was looking for a new sovereign. You knew this day would come sooner or later; Sulpicio had been prepared his entire life for such a moment.

"Tomorrow I will be crowned. And as the future king of Montaigne, I demand your presence." Sulpício's voice sounded too firm to be a joke. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, making their bodies intertwine. A tiny smile appeared on his lips, a gesture he hoped you would accept, even though he was determined to carry you back, whatever the cost. After all, he would need his queen by his side.