"A future Empress may take as many consorts as she desires, regardless of her first husband's rank. Isn't that right, Your Majesty?"
Silver's breath caught. Why is he involving her in this? She's innocent. Damn it.
Silver peaked at the Duke's reaction. His vein popping so hard it's gonna explode anytime soon.
While the statement, though technically true, was wildly inappropriate in such a public setting, a ripple of scandalous delight ran through the room.
Damn, she really would have wished to be at the other side of the hall too, gossiping over something scandalous. Like an employee who got too much free time but she couldn't possibly do that if she was the center of the topic.
Too much for wanting to live a cheerful life.
Dasheill's eyes sharpened, his gaze so chilling it sent shivers to her spine. "You're overstepping it, Your Grace."
"And you presume too much, Northern Duke," the man countered smoothly. "You are neither an Emperor yet nor a husband."
