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She heard the pause, though did not contemplate an answer to it; for Dirge had yet to disappoint her as King, husband, or father. His political alliance through seed was not at all an unwise one... but she suspected he did not simply mean to share his seed with just her, either. Would he, to combine their nations...? A question she might ask were her own mate dead or gone otherwise, but the thought then and there was a passing one more of political fancy than anything else. 

Her answer was immediate. I quite like the idea, she admitted, the combining of two powerful nations through blood... Hydra's ears flicked as she contemplated. My season last year was late; I suspect it might be so this year, too, with the stress of the famine and my own children still being young as they are. Perhaps when they are old enough, we might arrange a time for them to meet, she considered. A play-date, so to speak. So that they could both vet their children to see who was most suited, and strong enough, for them. Hydra hoped, quietly, for one of his daughters to have the brilliant lilac sheen of their father—for one of her sons to look upon, forevermore. If their children were anything like their parents, the match would be a brilliant one... Hydra truly did enjoy the thought.