"Father," Gerlad called to Adrian, his expression cold. The dining hall had slowly emptied after Mabel left, with the two being the last remaining, bar the servants cleaning. "This is an insult to our family."
"Be quiet Gerlad." Leaning over, Adrian rested his hand on his temples and slowly massaged them, groaning as he did. "It is hardly an insult what the king has done."
"You can't be serious. Making me say the vows of submission." Gerlad slammed a fist on the table, making Adrian glare at him.
"You do not have the right to be offended, my boy." Adrian snapped back, "No matter how your mother or I treat you, you are still a bastard born from wedlock. You do not carry a real last name and have nothing to truly offer. Do not misunderstand. You may think you are playing a smart game with the Cosmatons, trying to use the Princess to put your own blood on the throne, but you are also a piece in their game."
"Uncle said that the Prince Reg..." Adrian lifted a hand to stop him.
