Golden Glade Take Yourself Home

His suspicion was correct, unfortunately. He picked up the word from his mother. If she kept using language like that around her son, he’d grow up into a heathen. It’s a shame really.

And she had directed the insult towards his family? Very interesting. What had happened between her and the Déorwines? He’d have to ask Célnes about it, or perhaps the mother herself. Either way, he had to know.

The boy’s outrageous comments did not cease. Why are you not inbred? It’s one of the strangest questions he’s ever heard. Inbreeding is a sin. Uncle Grayson’s face flashed in his mind. And dear mother.. Cenric shook his head. Best not dwell upon ghosts. One should never sleep with their own blood.

Primrose made his rise to power sound like a fairytail. It was amusing As king, I am responsible for the well-being of my subjects. I make sure everyone is protected, fed, and content. Things like love are saved for the spring. He could hardly call it love. It all tied back to business, really.