“You told your father that you possibly got the Crown princess of Arnay with child and that you were going to marry her.” said Darrien.
“I had no choice. He was going to kill her.”
“Oh? I thought there were many choices, one of which was to allow him to kill her. Unless she really is pregnant?” he said raising a brow
“No! Of course not! I am not that careless.” he said throwing himself down on the bed. “What am I going to do Darrien?”
“That I am quite curious to see.” he said chuckling to himself. “Although when the princess has her monthly bleed all questions of her being pregnant will be thrown out and you will have to find another excuse. I think I am looking forward to that one even more.”
“You wicked old man making fun of my misery.” he groaned into his pillow.
“You could just follow up on your promise and marry the princess. An Arnay-Garion alliance has the possibility to end years of fighting.”
“But it could spark civil war among the nobles. Besides Aliana would have a fit having escaped marriage with a knave only to be tied to the devil.” he smiled at the thought of her raving in her room. “But you do agree with me Darrien about father killing her.”
“I do, but then again I am not the king.”
“Ever helpful.” he said sitting up.
There was a knock on the door and the Queen Minerva let herself in. She brought a tray with her.
“Mother,” he said.
“You didn’t actually eat this morning. I had one sent to the princess’ room as well. She shouldn’t be hungry considering her possible condition.” Milos actually felt his face flush with warmth.
“That is my cue to leave.” said Darrien getting up. He bowed then walked out the door.
“What you said in the dining room wasn’t true was it Milos?” his mother’s dark eyes appraised him carefully.
“I did put my mark on her, the temporary kind. That’s how I ended up with this.” he said pointing to the scar on his upper lip. He smiled at the thought.
“I thought so,” she said. “Your father is seething right now. I haven’t seen him like this since... since two years ago.” she smiled slightly. “Genos kept him sane, but you were the one that kept him lively. I just wish that the two of you weren’t always trying to tear each other’s head off when you spend more than a minute in the same room.”
“He was going to have her killed. I couldn’t allow that.”
“Because it was not the right thing to do.” he sputtered, walking across the room and then came to sit back on the bed.
“You have been watching her for a while, haven’t you?” her eyes softened. Milos knew that she always got that look when she was trying to read what lay behind his expressions. He didn’t know how she did it, but most of the time she was right.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“In Evan, you kept frequent tabs on the princess. You watched her close enough to know that her bedroom was the perfect escape route from pursuers.”
“What are you trying to say mother?” he frowned.
“Nothing,” she smiled. “I will let you figure that one out for yourself. You should eat something. In the meantime, I will try and calm your father down.” she said placing a kiss on his brow. “I am happy you are home Milos.” she whispered before sweeping out of the room.