Take the matter to his council? She might as well threaten to change sides…
They would jump at the opportunity and shove their daughters at him.
"I have much more things to worry about, Aunt Adisa. If you want an heir so much, I give you leave to find any bastard and name him heir."
She just stood there, blinking furiously.
"I've never met a man who would be so reluctant to spending one pleasurable night with a woman just to procreate an heir."
He scoffed.
"Then you haven't met me. Do not compare me to your darling husband, dear Aunt."
Her eyes darkened, narrowing to slits.
"It's because of her, is it not? The peasant girl everyone's been talking about… what was her name again? Stenly's daughter, right?" She placed her hands on her hips and stared up at him.
"Lady Stenly… and her name is Claire." He corrected, his voice stiff and his eyes dark.
Aunt Adisa rolled her eyes.
