AZRIEL STOOD IN ATTENTION as he waited for Rhys’ nods of acknowledgement. The High Lord motions to the empty seats before him, allowing Mor and Az to sit freely.
“So, we’re going?” Mor leaned on her seat, “Keir is going restless day by day. Rumors about Velaris have reached his ears through many mouths. He wants to come see, he wants his men here. He wants Velaris for himself. That's why he wants to meet you.”
“I know what he wants,” Rhys says, staring off the multiple parchments on his desk, “We’ll go and meet him, make him remember his place, and maybe form a compromise.”
Mor raised a well maintained brow, “Is Azriel going or is he to stay here with the princess? We all know we’d need Az with us.”
“No,” Rhysand answers almost immediately, “We’re bringing her with us.”
“Can't trust her to be alone for a couple of hours?” She scoffs.
“I can't risk having her alone and unguarded while we are with Keir. I promised her protection and I can't do that when she's out of my sight,” he answers, eyes not lifting off his papers.
Mor rolls her eyes at him, “I heard about what she did to that Illyrian and I have seen what she can do. She is in no way incapable of protecting herself.”
“She goes with us.” His voice turns stern. “That's final.”
Rhysand held her glare for a few more seconds before she turned away, “You're in charge of her then. Az is my bodyguard for tonight.”
The High Lord watched as his cousin strutted out his office, leaving him with his shadowsinger, “And you? Any requests, concerns, comments?”
Azriel relaxed in his seat, “Babysitting the princess may be easier than babysitting Mor. You got the better job.”
