*Varon*
Three weeks have passed since the mating bond began its completion. It had been more than a month since we had been together for the first time, and many more have passed since then.
More than a month. And still no sign of an heir.
It was getting hard not to get frustrated. And it was getting harder to defend Tiessa and my choice of her.
I turned the pages in front of me over and over. There were so many things here that I had to sort through, and so many things that I couldn’t begin to focus on.
But all I could think of was the conclave meeting that was going to happen soon. The one that had been called on emergency by more than a few of the Nobles.
They wanted answers. And I had answers. I touched the pages before me, sorting them into the appropriate stack. But they wouldn’t like the answers that I would have to give them.
And truth be told, I didn’t like them either.