Chapter 60
“What? What do you mean you can’t have kids?” Westley asked, the shock of the political revelation now eclipsed by the personal one.
“I’m sterile. I was born that way,” Malakor said, his voice level and matter-of-fact. “It’s one of the main reasons I abdicated my right to the throne. What kind of king would I be if I couldn’t produce an heir? At least my sister can have hatchlings and ensure our line continues.”
“When did you find out?”
“When I was thirteen,” Malakor replied, staring out into the dark expanse of the Texas brush. “My mom knew, but she tried to keep it a secret from my dad to protect my standing. I eventually found out and told him the truth myself. My father didn’t care, obviously. He loved me regardless, but with the dwindling numbers of our species, the Ame
