"Do you intend to do nothing about it?" Queen Violeta asked. She kept her voice soft; she couldn't afford to anger him, or else this trip would be completely fruitless.
King Gaius didn't respond.
Queen Violeta felt a prick in her back. It was just as she had feared. The king was going to fold his hands and let their son do as he wished again. If it had been anyone else, she wouldn't have cared, but a peasant—a common whore? She wasn't going to have it.
"The lords will start to question if he is truly fit for the throne." Queen Violeta didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt as she said these words to her husband. She knew what his greatest fear was. She knew he feared the same would happen to his son, and that was a major reason why he had done the things he did.
King Gaius paled, but before he could speak, another round of coughs erupted from him. This time, it didn't last as long. "They wouldn't dare," he stated breathlessly. "Caius has proved himself enough."
