Benevolent Consort Drazel looked at the Su'Datheram with increasing suspicion. Just what was it that he wanted from her uncle so badly that he was persisting with her?
"There is a way, but it will take a few days." She had desert owls for these things, though it had been a while since she had exchanged any correspondence with her uncle. "I will write to him tomorrow, if that is what you wish."
The Sovereign finally turned to her with a genuine smile. "My dear Consort, you have saved your husband."
Benevolent Consort Drazel did not want to think about what that meant. When she received the Su'Datheram's embrace, she debated to herself whether to continue with this farce or not.
He had gotten what he needed from her, which was a means of communication with the eastern nomads. Now that she had agreed, why persist in accompanying her to bed?