Tristan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers. I braced myself, telling myself that once I knew, it would be armor to help protect myself.
“The young lady you met earlier is Savannah Lucca,” he started to explain. “She is, was, Fasesia’s Queen Betrothed and she is pregnant with the Fasesian heir to the throne. Had her idiotic fiancé, Prince Hector survived the war, we would not be having this conversation. Unfortunately, there was a spy in our midst who took advantage of the brainless wonder and Jal found him and killed him. The council and I found Savannah and have been keeping her safe until she can return to Fasesia safely.”
I guess she wasn’t lying about being Queen Betrothed then, I thought.
“Fasesian law, like Mielian law, dictates that a woman cannot sit on the
