(LOCKE)
Crossing the Veil and leaving my mate by herself isn't ideal, but I need to deal with this matter immediately.
"An heir?" I stare at the old farts in front of me. I made a mistake. I shouldn't have left my kingdom for so long. They seem to have forgotten their place. "You think you can order me to produce an heir?" I ask slowly, wondering which of us has taken leave of their senses.
The elders exchange a look, and I see the satisfaction on their faces. From my mild tone, they must think that I feel cornered.
I wonder whose heart I should rip out first.
"It is a matter of duty, Your Majesty. You need to produce an heir. This dispute between you and Queen Ravenna has gone on for long enough."
"I don't recognize that woman as the queen," I shrug. "There was no mating ceremony."
