Her oldest son was off with his father, creating a kingdom he had already been Named prince of.

Her younger son was in Addergoole, in his fourth year.

Her current Kept was sleeping in his own bed. Horns (not antlers, never again antlers). Blonde hair. Aelf-get.

She rolled over to look at Gaheris. “I want…” she began. That wasn’t, really, a normal beginning for her.

“Yes?” His hand was in her hair. Strange, how few people she could tolerate that from. Him, among three. Maybe four.

She could do this. She swallowed. “I’d like another child.” That was the easy part. “And…”


“And I think I’d like a ring. Please.”

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