Frederik stared at his father.
Then blinked once.
Then said, very carefully, "What?"
Gregoris, who had already committed the damage and saw no reason to soften it now, remained perfectly calm. "Natalie asked Noah to marry her."
Frederik stayed very still.
Because no, the words themselves were not the problem. The problem was everything attached to them.
Natalie.
Their sister. Gregoris and Rafael's daughter. Heir to House Frasner-Rosenroth. Military engineer in ether weaponry. Builder of things that exploded with imperial approval and enough mathematical elegance to make senior officers shut up around her if they valued dignity.
Noah Claymore.
