*Jared*
I returned to the palace to check on Xander’s kids and make sure his Beta, Adrian, had started reconstructing the capital, as instructed.
It wasn’t my place to check on those things, but I felt like I owed him, seeing as he had to take off so soon after we beat back the rogue army.
“You look like my dad.” A small voice caught me off guard as I walked into the palace.
I turned and saw a young boy, about five or six, standing by the door.
“Oh, hey there, I didn’t see you. Who’s your dad?”
“The king. That makes me a prince.” He pointed to his chest.
I couldn’t help but smile. Seeing him reminded me of Eliza and my unborn child. At the same time, I was very happy to meet my own nephew.
“What’s your name, little prince?” I asked.
“I’m Wyatt.”
“It is very nice to meet you, Prince Wyatt. I’m Jared. I do know your father.” It was a bit of a fabrication.
I hoped that when Xander and Lena returned, I might actually get the chance to build a brotherly relationship with him.
“Why are you here?” Wyatt asked.
“Well, since your dad is traveling, I wanted to check on you and make sure everything is okay here.”
“We’re okay.” Wyatt nodded.
“Prince Wyatt, there you are!” A woman ran down the hall and grabbed his hand. “Your tutor has been looking everywhere for you.”
Wyatt looked down, his cheeks red.
“I don’t want to study. I miss my mom and dad.”
The nanny scoffed. “You need to study while they are away. Your father insisted.”
She half dragged him down the hall, not even sparing me a glance.
I waved to Wyatt. “It was nice to meet you. Maybe I’ll see you after your studies.”
He brightened and beamed a smile, waving back to me.
Watching the sharp, shrewd nanny practically drag Wyatt away made me cringe. Was that what life was like as a prince, growing up with nannies and tutors, constantly having to study and train?
Maybe I had been hasty in thinking that growing up in a palace was easy and luxurious.
I met up with Beta Adrian. He assured me that all efforts were being made to rebuild the capital, but I was welcome to stay and oversee if that would make me feel better.
Xander seemed like he was a good judge of character. His Beta was more than capable.
I stayed at the palace for a few more days thinking everything over. Oddly enough, my heart hadn’t been ripped out and stomped on when Eliza rejected me.
It hurt but she was the one that convinced me that our love never needed the matebond. It was stronger than that. It existed before the mate bond, and without the mate bond.
I saw Wyatt a few more times around the palace but I never got to talk to him. His nannies and tutors kept him very busy.
Poor kid–he never got to actually be a kid.
I felt sorry for him. Whenever I saw him, I thought of Eliza and our child. There was a chance that I’d never see my own child.
If Lena didn’t make it, I doubted Eliza would come back to the Dark Realm.
But hope still glimmered in my chest. We’d survived far worse, and I knew in my heart that she’d come back to me… when she was ready.
Every now and then, I got reports from my scouts about Hestia. It took a few days, but I finally put together the pieces about why Eliza had really left.
I thought over everything she’d said in the car and when she was packing.
In her mind, as long as Hestia was alive, our child would never be safe in the Dark Realm. It was true. Until Hestia was dead, our child would always have an enemy here.
Hestia had not been shy in making that clear.
Eliza was leaving to protect our child just as much as she was going to look after Lena.
If I wanted Eliza to return, it was up to me to rid this realm of Hestia once and for all.
“Jared, we got word from the Light Realm,” Archer informed me one morning.
I sat in the garden with my coffee, watching Wyatt at a fighting lesson. He was good for a boy his age.
It made me wonder if I would ever be able to teach my own son to fight.
“Eliza?” I asked perking up.
Archer sighed and shook his head. “King Xander. He sent word that Queen Lena has made a full recovery and they will be returning soon.”
My heart sank slightly. I nodded and smiled, but it felt strained. “That is good news. Did he mention whether Eliza was returning with them?”
“No. I’m sorry, Jared.” Archer stuffed the note in his pocket. “Do you want to wait and see if she returns with them?”
I finished off my coffee and shook my head. “I’ve been away from the village for too long. If she comes back, she knows where to find me.”
“Very well.”
Beta Adrian loaned us a vehicle to get back to the village quickly.
When I showed up without Eliza, there was obvious confusion.
“I don’t understand. What do you mean she’s not with you? She left with you,” Giselle said, crossing her arms.
“Eliza had to be with her family. She’ll come back.”
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