Sairis's POV
Loreen's expression changed. His jaw tightened. "That child is mine," he said. His voice was flat and certain. "No one would question that."
"They would not question whose child it is," the king noted, looking at his son without blinking.
He continued. "What they would question is whether the child has the right to stand where he stands. You are failing to understand something, Loreen. Sairis is an unwed omega carrying your child. Any mistress could carry your child. What gives that child a true claim, what makes his place in this family unshakeable, is a marriage. A real one, blessed here, recorded here." The king explained.
He held Loreen's gaze. "No grandchild of mine will be born out of wedlock. That is your heir, son." The king said with a firm voice.
The hall was quiet after that.
