"The reason I called should be obvious."
"… You want me to accept your proposal. Become a count under your crown, get engaged to Felicity, and serve as a member of your royal court as your personal mage. But, most important of all, share my secrets with you."
"Yes." The king's reply came crisp. "I've thought about your earlier reservations and, in light of recent events, have deemed them logical. Your reluctance was mostly tied to one thing. Or rather, to one woman. Queen Morgana."
Quinlan raised a brow. "Oh?"
"I am willing," Alexios said slowly, heavily, "to do something about it."
A snort threatened to burst free from Quinlan's lungs. 'You already did, you sly fox. You banished your wife from the capital city, didn't you?'
