The next morning, Mars was summoned to his mother's chambers. Princess Loreza Martell was already seated at a table, scrolls spread before her. Doran stood at her side, his face unreadable.
As Mars entered, Loreza lifted her gaze.
"Sit."
He obeyed, feeling the weight of tension in the room.
"It has been decided," Loreza began, voice calm, "that you will be betrothed to Lady Ashara Dayne."
Mars' heart jumped — a strange mix of joy… and unease.
"Ashara…"
"Say yes. Only an idiot wouldn't," Velyra teased in his mind.
"I have no objection," Mars answered carefully, "but… what's with the guards?"
Loreza sighed. "You are too valuable, Mars. What happened… your magic… the knowledge you're starting to uncover. I won't risk another incident."
Mars clenched his fists.
"You want to cage me."
"For your protection."
"I can take care of myself!"
"Brave, little prince. And incredibly dumb," Velyra chuckled.
"Two," Mars blurted.
Loreza blinked. "Two?"
"Two guards. No more. Or I'll speak to Ashara… or Uncle Lewyn."
Loreza narrowed her eyes. Doran cleared his throat, a faint grin tugging at his lips.
"You've always been a stubborn boy," Loreza muttered, then gave a reluctant nod. "Two."
Mars smiled triumphantly.
"Not bad, little diplomat." Velyra teased.
"And," Loreza added, "you'll learn to move with caution. No recklessness."
Mars gave an exaggerated bow. "Wouldn't dream of it."