The fox Beastman flipped through his stack of papers as though searching for something, despite knowing every document by heart by now.
"I couldn't find a single reference, neither in the library nor in House Luchsenstein's archives, that suggests it is normal for the mating bonds of their noble females to cause pain."
Silas groaned. The low sound rumbled through the room. For a moment, only the crackling fireplace answered him.
Yes, it had been unlikely...
But somehow they had still hoped for a simple explanation.
Silas: "Could it be something that simply isn't recorded?"
Lucien shook his head.
"I spoke with Leontis." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I merely mentioned the word marking, and he immediately started reminiscing about how intoxicating it had felt."
He accepted the rounded crystal glass filled with the dark liquor from Kaelith.
