Half the table couldn't look away from the magical bonfire. The other half was still processing the flaming shitshow their night had become. Guinevere was the president of the second group.
Alarm bells were sounding off in her brain. 750 million in gold. Silver cuffs. Cum-chanting demons. Her father's actions tonight contradicted his actions three weeks ago so violently that one of them had to be a lie.
Lord Solandris spoke, knocking half the table out of a daze.
"Three kings and four dragon lords took a blood oath and entered a chamber. I informed them that I had fathered a bastard daughter and was seeking a union for her. But there were terms that must be agreed to."
At the mention of bastard, Kael's eyebrows climbed so high they threatened to leave his face.
TERM THE FIRST:
"First," Lord Solandris said, "was that she will not be seen by any man in that chamber. The contract would be signed in good faith alone."
