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It was like a blow to Danika's cheeks. Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked hard to keep it away.

"You know how impossible that is. If you love him so much, why will you wish such great pain on him by killing his only child? Knowing fully well that he can't sire another?"

Silence. For a few seconds, the silence was deafening.

Then, Vetta uncoiled from the ground, sitting up with her back to the cold wall, her hate-filled held Danika's. "What do you mean by that!? What do you mean that he can't sire another...?"

At the clear confusion in her voice, it dawned on Danika that the Mistress doesn't know of the King's condition.

She snapped her mouth shut. It wasn't her place to reveal it, but the King's.

And even if she does reveal that the King can't bear a child because of his roasted ph