"Keep a close watch on the Queen," Raidan ordered in a firm voice. "Even if she begs you to open the doors to her chambers, you're not permitted to do so."
The valet, stationed in the Queen's quarters, bowed his head respectfully.
"Understood, Your Majesty," he responded humbly.
The Alpha King dismissed him with a curt nod and turned his attention to the chamberlain standing nearby.
"Bring me the phone," Raidan instructed, settling into the recliner. As he leaned back, he pressed his fingers to his temples, attempting to ease the pressure building behind his eyes.
"Why did Mabel want to go out?" he muttered, mostly to himself. "I asked her directly, but she refused to answer. Unless I become stricter with her, I have no other choice."
The chamberlain returned promptly with the phone and handed it to the King. Raidan took it silently as he scanned the screen. Messages from his two sons flashed across it.
'Casaio and Nick… They must be helping Gabriel,' he thought grimly.
