His Sweet Little Mate

A week flew past in no time and it was finally the day of the ceremony.

"My Queen, here." Alyssa brought her crown as she placed it on her made up hair gently. "Prince Arlo would be brought in soon."

Reyna and the wet nurse, Deora, were bathing him now. And once he was dressed up in a small royal blue singlet that was embroidered with gold and silver threads, Arlo was finally back in her mother's embrace. They were both wearing these small brooches designed with the royal insignia close to their hearts.

Seeing his small frame all decked up for the occasion, and remembering what ensued her plans for the evening, Abby felt very nervous.

She clutched her baby to her chest, as she cherished this peaceful moment for a second longer. "I'm really sorry for putting you in danger, my love."

Abby whispered to Arlo as she hugged him close and swore to protect him at any cost. She really felt bad for doing this to him.

"Call Deion over." Abby said as she finally opened her eyes.

"My Queen."

"Deion, no matter what happens today, your priority should be Arlo and his safety." Abby said, even though it had been the umpteenth time she gave the same order to Deion for the past few days. "If something unexpected happens, save Arlo first." Deion gave the woman the same answer he had been giving since the first time she asked him of this. "Of course, My Queen."

While he was supposed to save Abby at any cost, he couldn't refuse a direct order from her. And the momentary relief on his queen's face was really just that. Fleeting. She was worried sick about her son's safety.

But the personal guard promised her he would protect the prince, so that was what he would do. He just hoped such a situation wouldn't come.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Abby was all set for the evening, with her baby securely nestled in her arms when Arthur came to her bedroom.

"Sir Arthur, is everything in place?" Abby asked the man as he took Arlo from her arms.

"Yes, the last of our problems finally had a solution, thanks to your idea." Arthur was being genuine with his praise. He had to give it Abby's way of thinking, for coming up with suitable yet efficient ways to deal with even their smallest of worries.

They had been burning over the fact that their people would be caught in the crossfire of their schemes and plans to get to Calpin, but Abby brainstormed with the royal beta and royal gamma until she had a solution to it.

Only half of their warriors were assigned to guard the palace, while half were ordered to disguise as commoners and blend in with the throngs of people that would later rush to the palace for Arlo's introduction ceremony.

This would actually serve two purposes, on the one hand, the warriors among the crowd would be able to protect the innocents effectively. On the other hand, the reduced number of warriors and guards made it look like the palace wasn't well protected, which was the opposite of reality.

Her plan had so many tempting baits for Calpin to dig in, but they all still had to wait whether they would be successfully able to lure that dark sorcerer here.

If they couldn't lure him here, Abby had to resort to her second plan, which was marching to Calpin's hideout. She hoped it wouldn't come to it. Calpin would be more powerful in his own territory, which they witnessed with Alpha Samuel and Alpha James' deaths. So Abby's plan had to go smoothly.

Actually, it wasn't her plan but Micah's. Since she wasn't familiar with war and strategy, Abby chose to go ahead with the idea Micah used during their ceremony. Like she said to Arthur, the idea had worked before, so there was no harm hoping for it to work again. "Good." Abby said, finally being able to breathe a small sigh of relief. She had been agonizing over the problem of putting their people in danger knowingly, however, they finally found a solution to that problem yesterday.

But then the former king fell silent as he kept staring at Arlo in his hands.

"Do you have something else to tell me about?" Abby asked, noticing the turmoil in his gaze.

"Before we leave for the venue, can you bring Arlo to see his grandmother?" Arthur made a sudden request, after hesitating for a moment, but Abby stiffened at his words.

"Neesha? You want Arlo to meet her?" She was immediately reminded of all the bad experiences she faced the couple of times she met the former queen and her face paled. "No way, she wouldn't like it."

She rejected readily, she didn't even want to imagine what Neesha would do if she lost her cool, which was hard for her to keep. The woman didn't even hesitate to slap her just three months back when Abby was still heavily pregnant with Arlo at six months. "Why wouldn't she like it? It was her who requested me to bring her to visit Arlo. She really wishes to see her grandson. But I stopped her, and wanted you to bring him to her."

However, Abby couldn't begin to believe him, because Neesha hated her to the core. Who could guarantee she wouldn't hurt her or her baby?

Arthur understood why Abby rejected him without a second thought. "Neesha is completely calm now. She wouldn't do anything to you or this little child. She is his grandmother after all."

Abby didn't feel convinced at all, but she was conflicted, she had no right to deny Neesha from meeting her grandson. However, she couldn't erase the image of Neesha losing it randomly and hurting people around her either.

"She just wants to see him, it would be fine. We will all be there, right?" Arthur, who saw the conflict in her eyes, immediately persuaded her harder and Abby finally relented.