“King Hakor is the only father you knew,” Queen Ericaania said to her son Tevron as she poured them both a glass of ruby wine. “And a poor father he was. He tolerated you only for fear of me and the secrets I held against him, that he murdered my poor Malcoom, your true father, in his bed when you were only four years of age, and Stannock, his son, watched with you, at the tender age of two. It was dreadful. I never forgave him, but I lived in fear of his temper toward you and myself. Malcoom was my own true love, he knew it, and was jealous to the point of insanity. Why he married me after Malcoom, I don"t know. Why I married him? To consolidate the kingdom; I needed his bloodline and his power. A very poor decision on my part, but based on practicality at the time. After all, in the new
