"What do you mean by that?"
Rosanna floated over to the edge of the platform, her translucent form rippling in the wind.
"Simple mathematics, darling. The problem isn't that Talia needs to marry. It's that she needs to marry someone of appropriate status who can provide an heir."
"Right..."
"So become that someone."
Aegis sat up.
"What!?"
"Darling, this is a very practical matter. For one, you're fertility-blessed." Rosanna turned, moonlight passing through her ghostly tits in a very distracting way. "You are especially equipped to produce a widespread bloodline. How do you think I had seven children with my third wife?"
"Your what?"
"Did they not teach you that in history class?"
"They definitely did not."
"Typical. They always leave out the interesting parts." Rosanna drifted back over. "The point remains. If you were a noble of sufficient standing with sufficient wealth, House Stone might consider you a viable alternative to Darius."
"That's insane."
"Is it?"
