Familiar

He released a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding at the sleet male’s offer for an alliance rather than to throw down the gauntlet of war. “Yes I see.” He responded, then answered his next question; “Newly formed and with a new structure.” He paused, recalling what little he had learned of Lirium the last time he had been there.

He gave a small glance at his taskmaster then returned his attention to Torin. He supposed it might do the pied male some good to learn how to manage relations with another alpha although the foundation for their alliance had been laid before the king had even been born.

“What would you hope to gain from an alliance?” He asked tentatively momentarily gripped by fear that Hannibal might interject with the offer of slaves.

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