Aldric nodded once, deliberately. "It's your bloodline," he said, his voice low but edged with urgency.
She was in the dungeons and was kept from the happenings of the nation. He needed her to understand, that the tides that were shifting around them were far greater than courtly squabbles. She had to act wisely now. Pride, etiquette, petty grievances… all of it meant nothing in the face of what was coming.
And it was pretty stupid to attack a married couple for being intimate in their own house, no matter what the etiquette says. They had to stand united.
Aralyn's breath caught, her eyes widening. "My… bloodline?" she whispered, as if the words themselves were foreign to her.
