The Rogue King’s jaw tightened.
Chrystal continued.
“I wish to take the test with Castian. I am not here to be a burden or an eyesore, and certainly can do more than eat and f**k, if given the chance. Do I have your consent?”
Murmurs flitted through the hall again.
Chrystal held the King’s gaze. He smiled again, wider this time, as a dim light touched his deep eyes.
“You…doubt me?”
“No doubts. Just clear confirmation. You have not granted my request, nor Castian’s. I wish to hear the words. Do we have your consent, and will any rules be changed, given that we are two, together?” she pressed, her voice calm, steady.
The noise in the hall reduced. Every ear listening, drawn by the announcement the guest had just made.
Chyrstal’s voice had increased, as she made her reply, as if she
