King Elk Forest Wait 'til the world is mine,

Time and time again the silver guard is the center of their conversations. Each one was more shocking than the last. This suggestion was by far the most shocking yet.

So, Célnes was truly considering this? Two bloodlines colliding—one blessed, the other cursed— to create calves of her own. It’s a risk, and unlike the ones she’d taken before, one he could not understand.

You tread upon thin ice, sister. Very thin. Cenric did not see the point in it; risking damnation for birth the children of an outsider. He shook his head and sighed.

Before I give an answer I must ask you this: What do you see in Germanicus? Why do you want to go to such great lengths for him? Risk bearing cursed children for him? Surely, it’d be easier to find a suitor outside Kingslend. Not the most ideal option, but at least he’d have a suitable coat. Hell, Cenric would go out and search for one himself if he had to. At least it’d save his sibling a miserable future.