But Maes made it quickly clear what he thought of that idea. He gave a short bark of a laugh. “Marry that? I want a queen at my side, not a…a…nothing.”
Would Arien actually move to prevent Queza, or Tapuh, or Javi from ripping out a pistol and shooting Maes at this point? All of them had murder in their eyes. Maybe not.
“I’d want a worthy consort,” Maes went on, doubling down on his bullshit, as Razz would probably put it. He smirked. “Someone like yourself perhaps, Lady Eral.” All eyes turned to her, some of them narrowed, at this blatant attempt to bring House Glassell out of the alliance with a promise to bring them into the royal line.
Eral smiled sweetly, as usual. “It’s a flattering offer, Maes. However, I have to decline, on the grounds that I’d sooner marry one of my dogs.”
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