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Tveir admitted he wasn't the type to question his father. Instead, he would keep his head down and just do his best. Although Junior admired his ambition in part, she frowned at his easy acceptance of Ragnar's wish for more sons. Didn't Tveir feel misplaced, replaced? Why didn't he question his dad's need for additional sons when he had two good sons already?

"I wish I could steal you away and bring you here," Junior murmured, her eyes roving his soft, sweet features. "But the Nereides... they kinda look down on boys. Like, they're always at the bottom of the pack. It's great for me," she said, "but not for you." In that way, Tveir reminded her of Pura. Young Osprey had no qualms lording over males she didn't know and love, but she would never wish this lifestyle upon her little brothers.