“Thirty years, Primus!” Haver persisted. He took some trinkets out of the bag slung across his shoulder and put them down in front of him. “We haven’t been able to conceive a child for thirty years! The fortune teller told me that we would have a daughter who would become a Queen, and when she ascended the throne, it would be the beginning of the end for our homeland!”
“So what? Lidus will just have a Queen instead.”
“You know our world, Primus. We don’t live in the enlightened Empire. Lidus doesn’t need a Queen. It needs a King.”
Primus chuckled, “I can’t wait to see if you have the guts to say that in the presence of General Leen.”
“I’m not kidding, brother!” Haver exclaimed. Hadjar had never seen his father in such a foul mood before. “I can feel that the old woman was telling t
