KYMON'S POV
"Alpha Kymon, may I have a word?" Lyriq says as I get to my feet, ready to excuse myself from the dining hall.
I study the muscle bulging on his jaw and his tense posture. It's either he's still apprehensive about Lyra's presence or there's bad news.
I nod and walk out of the dining hall, with him following by my side. Workers scramble around, carrying different types of gifts and making preparations for my brother's wedding night.
I do not know if they have been intimate before, but the royal law takes intimacy seriously, especially because it will lead to the birth of a royal.
I clench my jaw and look away from the commotion as a bad memory flashes into my subconsciousness. All the females in my family decorated the room and gave Freya their blessings on the first day we got married.