Lyra felt warmth spread in her heart hearing Victor's words. She felt weirdly proud of his dedication in wanting to assist his tribe. Leaning back against his chest, she slightly tilted her head before kissing his cheek, "You sound so much like a king right now sweetheart. The Vulture tribe is lucky to have you"
"They better be" Victor commented before tightening his grip on Lyra's waist. Offcourse, they should be thankful for what he was doing for them. He was going out of his way to be a good king. He was never the one to trouble himself with others' matters. When he left the vulture tribe after killing his father, he had given up all his connection to that tribe. Living as a stray beast king was because he liked the seclusion of being one. It was peaceful because no one bothered him.
