A child.
A bastard child.
The Count could not believe what he had just heard. It was utterly outrageous. His son could not have a child with this woman. Else his son's chances of becoming King would evaporate into thin air. They could kiss the Kingdom goodbye.
Lance could not have anything to do with this woman, watching with contempt at the woman who had her hands on his son as if she had a right to touch him.
"Would you leave us for a few minutes?" He swiftly stopped and ordered, realizing they had company when they stood up from their seat on the corner. "I need to speak with Ms. Harlowe alone."
The Count recognized the two as Amelia and Evan, his son's friend. But he did not realize that they had any connection with this woman.
"It is ok. Wait for me outside." Eida spoke softly to the two, who were hesitant to leave.
