The first morning back at the construction site was a vivid reminder that while I was the 'Queen' and the 'Land-Mother', I was currently mostly a glorified pack mule for three tiny humans who didn't understand the concept of a deadline.
"Noah, if you move her like that one more time, she's going to barf all over your royal ego," I muttered, adjusting the straps on my own leather hip-carrier.
We had spent half the morning inventing what I called the 'Royal Transport System.' Since my arms needed to be free to point at structural flaws and wave blueprints around, the guys had been drafted as official baby-carriers. Congratulations.
Noah had Phina perched on his shoulders. She was currently using his black hair as a set of reins, tugging with a strength that made the Great Wolf King wince every few steps.
I even felt for the poor guy.
"Are you going to be okay?" I asked.
