*Varek*
He looks stunned when I say it. I keep my expression carefully blank, waiting for him to make up his mind.
“If I offer land, there will be a guarantee of a son.”
“You misunderstand. Land will be given before you or your son get even a second alone with her.”
Though the thought of even allowing that goes against this uncomfortably vicious feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I let him see the sharp edge of my teeth. “Though there are less expensive options available.”
His jaw tightens. “Don't mock me.”
I lift my goblet. “If Princess Fiona is out of your budget, and you have no interest in taking one of the Caldaran courtesans, take your son and ride home before noon.”
Ronan and Lucian are both stiff and silent beside me. I can only guess who they are thinking of, but it hardly
