"Nero had Dax as a father," Chris said, almost unimpressed. "The child is practically a clone of him."
Dax's eyes flicked to Chris like he didn't appreciate the word 'clone' anywhere near his son. Then his gaze dropped back to Nero, and the tension in his shoulders didn't ease.
Nadia made a sound that was neither a sigh nor a judgement. It was the sound of a woman about to say something that could make a king dangerous.
"He is not a clone," she said flatly. "And this is not standard inherited dominance."
Chris's mouth tightened. "So what is it?"
Nadia held the folder up slightly, turning it so both of them could see the circled line again.
"The physicians are suspecting," Nadia said carefully, "that Prince Nero may be an enigma."
Silence hit like a door closing.
Chris blinked once. "An… enigma?" He tried to process this as seriously as possible. "I mean… He is a child; what mystery could there be?"
