Kaelen sat upon his throne, his silver gaze fixed on the council below as they argued over the fate of the human.
One of the elder councilmen bowed deeply before speaking.
Your Highness, your decree to make the girl a maid is wise. She serves no purpose, your duty is to protect her and keep her alive. She is a human and that alone is the root of our troubles. But now, you have an heir. From our own kind. Blessed by the goddess herself. Keeping the human as a maid is enough mercy and she is safer.”
A female councilor rose sharply. Her voice rang across the hall.
“No. She is fragile, Your Highness. Our females are born with strength and jealousy in equal measure. Among them, the human will be broken. She will be working until her body fails. That is not mercy, it is torment. She will die
