VALTOR
“She’s a lovely woman, Valtor. Gentle, beautiful, I can see why you like her. Though I admit I’m a bit offended she refused to have dinner with us tonight,” Freya said lightly, graceful as always as we dined together.
She didn’t need to know the truth that Winter hadn’t refused anything, she simply hadn’t been invited.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want her there, but Freya was Kirana’s mother and no matter how polite she acted, I knew a dinner with her would make Winter uncomfortable.
“Are you planning to take a serious step with her? I mean to marry her?”
I lifted my wine goblet slowly, “Why do you ask?”
“You’re a king, Valtor. One day you’ll need a queen by your side, someone to bear an heir, to continue your line. But if I may offer some advice, don’t choose a woman like her.”
