Wolves' Dominion (Heirs of the Flame Gods Book 1) by AJ Mullican

Author:AJ Mullican [Mullican, AJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-12-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Cara

I regret my decision the instant I realize that I can no longer hurry back to Sable’s room. Having dismissed the Elders and ordered them imprisoned to their quarters until I know what to do with them, I now sit in the center throne on the dais, barking orders and making decrees left and right. It’s been hours, and I haven’t had much chance to breathe, let alone make sure she’s okay in her new surroundings.

There was some expected backlash to my sudden declaration of rule—mostly from the Elders themselves, but Corvin and the other generals had their own opinions as well. Vic was really the only one who was all for the change, but once I asserted myself and maintained that I wasn’t going to back down, the others reluctantly agreed to accept my rule.

By “reluctantly,” I mean they bickered and shouted for a solid hour before easing into mild grumbling and acquiescence. Corvin practically radiates rage, but once it becomes clear that no one is going to stop me, he sets his jaw and follows through on whatever I say … for now.

I have no delusions that this will be an easy transition. There will undoubtedly be an uptake in assassination attempts, along with outright defiance. If I’m smart, I should really sleep with one eye open.

Speaking of sleeping, I wanted to be there for Sable when she fell asleep, but my duties hold me hostage. Despite being raised to this eventuality, now that it’s here, I find myself woefully unprepared for all the tedium that rule entails. I’ve never had to actually do anything as the heir; until now, I’ve just followed the Elders’ lead. I don’t know when I’ll be able to check on her. It could be morning before I can get away.

I appoint Hugh and Sym as co-captains of my guard, skipping over Corvin as I don’t know that I trust him not to slide a knife between my ribs the first chance he gets. I know that neither Hugh nor Sym has any desire to take charge of the tribes, and I know they’ll guard me and anyone I place under my protection to their dying breaths.

After I make hasty arrangements for the transfer of power, I find myself stuck listening to grievances from the populace, things that the Elders normally took care of. I wonder how the Hells they maintained their sanity when people are constantly banging on the door with complaints, but then I realize: They probably only gave audience during the daytime. I bet the Elders never took the time to listen to the citizens if it wasn’t convenient for them.

That’s a trick they never taught me.

Midnight passes and still people line up at the doors, wanting my attention. Once I realize that I can dictate my own hours, I beckon Sym to my side and order everyone removed from the Chamber. I’ll never get out if I listen to everyone, so I hastily set formal grievance hours in a rushed decree, delivered to the waiting populace before the ink is dry on the vellum.

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