Ethan nodded considering the explanation to be quite logical and feasible. However, a specific detail crossed his mind.
"If the queen is married to the king, which of the princes is her son?" Ethan asked.
Ash stared at him with a mix of disbelief and astonishment.
"Do you truly not know, my lord?" Ash said.
"Know what?" Ethan said.
"The queens have never had children, Master," Ash said. "In truth, they are slaves to the king—essentially trophy women. If they are exceptionally beautiful and possess some grace, they might manage to live a decent life. However, that is almost impossible to happen. Generally, the queens sent over are merely trophies that the kings keep as war spoils."
"Now I understand the whole picture," Ethan said. "Then so it shall be done."
Ethan paused and turned his gaze back toward the mutilated bodies of the Great Ancestors.
"I need more strength," Ethan said.
