**Rosalie’s POV Soren was healing steadily, but the pack wasn’t too happy about his stay “Your Majesty!” Cerina knocked at my open office door. “Cerina,” I looked up from the piles of documentation and studying materials and greeted her. “Where’s the prince?” The prince was my baby boy. “He’s with Seraphine. Do you need me for something?” Cerina breathed in deeply through her nostrils, held it for a moment, and then let it go. “Yes, Your Majesty.” I stood up from my desk and gestured for her to take the seat at the sofa with me. “Is this about Soren?” She nodded. It was obvious she wasn’t pleased with his presence, and I could hardly blame her. I started, “I know that it’s difficult for anyone to understand why I haven’t simply locked him up or had him executed. But our relationship is a complex one. He helped me when I was in need of assistance, and I would like to do the same for him.” “My understanding is that he helped you when you were in need of assistance because he had ordered some men to beat you, isn’t that so, Your Majesty?” Cerina might be respectful, but she also didn’t have any problem speaking her mind. “Yes, to an extent,” I said. “There’s more to it than that. Anyway, he did take me in. He gave me a job and cared for me while I needed it most.” “He held you hostage so that he could use you and the prince as bartering chips. That’s how I see it,” Cerina replied, folding her arms. “Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I believe you may be more trusting than is good for you.” “I’m sure you’re probably right about that,” I admitted. “I do tend to forgive easily and think the best of people.” “And in many ways, we admire you for that. But in this case… he is a dangerous man. He needs to be dealt with accordingly. He should be seen as a prisoner of war, not a friend visiting from out of town for an unforeseen amount of time or a political refugee.” I considered her words and realized she was right: “Very well,” I said. “Toward that end, I’d like to give him someplace to stay.copy right hot novel pub