Page 13 of The War is Coming

Tudor smiled at him, then looked back at his father. “So king lessons.”

Donovan pulled out a USB stick from the pocket of his shirt and held it out to Tudor. “This has everything you need to know, all broken down into subjects. Have a quick look over it tonight, and we can start going through it properly tomorrow.”

Tudor took it and scowled. “Thanks,” he said, not really meaning it.

The others laughed at him.

“We need to set time aside with Puff and Paris so we can go through our laws and bring them in line with the dragons I wonder if we should include Blake and Ash as well so we all have the same laws.”

“Breathe, my darling,” Alex said. “It would be good to include Blake and Ash as well.”

“See, you’re thinking like a proper king,” Donovan said. “I would never have thought about doing something like this, bringing our laws in line with other shifter laws, but then I hadn’t made friends with the dragons. Truth be told, I didn’t like Ian McDuncan, so tried not to have anything to do with him or any other dragon.”

“I met a few dragons over the years, and they were nice enough, but no, I tended to just stick with gargoyles,” Dane said. “I’m glad Dad sent you here, because of you, we’re mixing with other paranormal’s and building strong bonds. That’s all your doing, Tudor.”

Tudor smiled. “I’m glad I was sent here as well Dad we need to design you a crown.”

Dane laughed. “I still think you could wear the queen’s crown.”

Donovan scowled at both Dane and Tudor. “No to the queen’s crown, and Tudor, I am quite happy without a crown, thanks very much.”

“And yet you’re having one King Father,” Tudor said directly, quite out of character.

Alex laughed. “Bad luck, Donovan.”

Donovan sighed. “I suppose it’s only fair that I wear one as well. See, Tudor, we can both suffer together.”

“That’s the spirit, Dad,” Dane said, grinning.

The smile fell off Donovan’s face. “Now for something serious.”

They all looked at him.

“What’s wrong?” Alex asked, sitting forward and looking concerned.

“Tudor, not including the vigil, when was the last time you shifted and rested? Properly rested?”

Tudor looked down.

Alex took his hand. “Sweetheart, you’ve not rested since we met.”

“Can I suggest when Blake returns, you shift?” Donovan said to him.

Tudor looked up. “But there is so much to do.”

“Which we can all help you with. You need to properly shift and rest; if not, you know what will happen.”

Alex looked at Donovan. “What will happen?”

“If a gargoyle goes too long without resting, they will start getting sick until their gargoyle will literally force a shift and rest on them, no matter where they are or what they are doing, and the shift will be painful.”

Alex looked at Tudor and used his finger to gently turn Tudor to face him. “Sweetheart, I can’t bear the thought of you in pain. It was bad enough when you were slashed the other day. Tomorrow, you need to shift and rest.”

Tudor looked into Alex’s concerned eyes. “Okay Alex I don’t know how long I’ll be resting for though.”

“It doesn’t matter how long you’re resting for. We’ll cover things for you,” Alex told him.

“Thank you, Tudor,” Donovan said, sounding relieved. “Can I suggest you have breakfast and then after that you rest?”