"I... I don't understand," Cerys said at last, her voice coming out higher and more strained than she'd intended. Her husband, Sir Cynwrig, glanced at her with a warning look, but she couldn't stop herself from continuing. "How can two women marry and rule together if they can't... if they can't produce an heir to secure the royal line?"
It wasn't the question she really wanted to ask. What she really wanted to know was how such a marriage could be legitimate in the eyes of the Church, how it could be anything other than a sin that would condemn them both to wander in darkness, doomed to never reach the Heavenly shores or to be reborn into the worst imaginable struggle when they were finally able to pass on to their next lives….
