Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate-Chapter 266: Pointing and gesturing

[Donald’s POV]

There was an antique clock hanging on the wall by the surgery room door. I glanced at it, then asked with a furrowed brow in a muted voice, "How are Louis and Mark doing? Has David’s patrol team met up with them yet?"

Hearing my question, a Lycan holding a folder beside Benjamin stepped forward, bowed his head, and replied gravely, "Your Majesty, Captain David has already met up with Louis and the others. It’s estimated that it will take another four hours to reach the Palace."

"Also, we just received a satellite call from Captain Christian. He said they are about to enter the territory of the Windstorm Pack, and if all goes well, they’ll be able to bring the prisoners back to the Palace by this time tomorrow."

After listening to the Lycan’s report, I nodded and responded, "The prisoners Christian is bringing back are of great value for interrogation and research. Once they arrive at the Palace tomorrow, you’ll be responsible for coordinating with the personal guard force to take the prisoners to the Lycan Medical School, where others will take over from you."

I paused, then looked at him and continued, "Why are the elders so quiet today? Usually, when I return to the Palace, aren’t they already swarming at me with all sorts of official business that needs approval? Where did you just come from, Clark?"

Upon my mention of the council of elders, a flicker of light flashed in Clark’s eyes, then he began to speak, "Your Majesty, during the time you were out investigating the attack, a lot of things actually happened in the Palace."

"Although the elders are all revered and respected, and have the duty to supervise and remind the Royal Family, they do not have the right to exercise royal powers. Many matters are beyond their authority."

"So..." Clark hesitated, seemingly deliberating how to report the next piece of information to me in a more appropriate and gentle manner.

Seeing Clark’s indecisive expression and frowning deeply, I said harshly, "So what?"

Startled by the sternness in my gaze, Clark’s body shook. He didn’t dare delay any longer, "So the elders approached Prince Henry and asked him to temporarily handle some important matters on your behalf, such as the recent collective petition from the ministers demanding that you promptly select a Lycan Queen!"

"What did you say?"

My eyes narrowed slightly, dangerously fixating on my Minister of Internal Affairs—Clark, "Are that bunch of old codgers still not giving up on meddling with the selection of the queen? Do they eat too much, living too leisurely?"

No one dared answer my rhetorical question delivered with an unexpected tone, not even Licia by my side, who just looked at me with worried eyes and didn’t say a word.

I let out a light snort, thought for a moment, then continued to question Clark, "So how did Henry handle them? It’s just like those old fools in the council to dump such petty and annoying matters on him."

Those old coots from the council, who were practically sly as foxes, knew all too well about my profound bond with Henry, so it seemed reasonable for Henry to step up and temporarily fend off these trivial issues for me.

Those old geezers had one point right, and so did Clark, my Minister of Internal Affairs. By sending him to ’open the way’, they intended to test my tolerance for the situation.

"Prince Henry initially handled it beautifully, but those ministers are more troublesome than the last! Pressed by necessity, in the end, Prince Henry had no choice but to place the young ladies recommended by them into the Star Moon Pavilion next to the Eastern Shine Palace. Today marks the third day!"

The Eastern Shine Palace is my main residence within the Palace complex, while the Star Moon Pavilion is a small loft next to it. It isn’t large, but it’s very close to the Eastern Shine Palace.

Henry must have been pushed into a corner, hence he came up with this solution that offended no one, leaving the matter for me to handle myself upon my return to the Palace.

After quickly understanding all the ins and outs, I was almost amused by my good brother’s antics. This wasn’t help—it was essentially throwing fuel on the fire!

I had already informed the council of elders about Margaret’s situation, and many of the Court’s ministers also knew. So Henry definitely knew about it—it was just that those people had annoyed him to the point of recklessness.

Just picturing him sitting in his wheelchair, miserably wrangling with the ministers, I could hardly keep from laughing. It was really hard on him.

With a resigned chuckle, I turned to Clark and retorted, "Where is he now? When you go down later, send him a message for me. I’ll wait for him at the Eastern Shine Palace tomorrow, tell him I have matters to discuss with him."

Clark nodded, indicating that he understood.

As I spoke, the expression in my eyes darkened slightly, and I looked at Benjamin, who had been rather quiet all along.