The Last Source

“Tayv, I have a request for you,” Ray looked around the room, checking if there were any strangers, and continued: “Find me somewhere secluded in your lands so Heti can’t find me right away.”

“Why? You’re a couple!”

“You must, Tayv,” Raidriх chuckled. “Heti is the queen now, and you know our laws no worse than I do. Vevena will quickly find Heti a worthy husband—someone with royal ancient blood. Of course, Heti is still quite stubborn,” Ray said with a gentle smile, “but she won’t be able to go against the advice of kings and priests. So it’s better that I disappear from her life myself.”

“You’re wrong,” Tayv shook his head. “Heti is the queen, and she can choose a husband herself…”

“But not from ordinary lords,” Ray grimaced. “Only someone with royal blood. Help. Brother—even if you don’t agree with me, I’ll make things worse. Do as I ask. And don’t tell Lorna! Lorna and Heti are friends, and Lorna might accidentally let it slip.”

From the author: This story is an additional but self-contained part of “An Heir in the Male Line.”