After a while, when Jeannie was feeling better, she looked surreptitiously at her husband who was now sitting on a chair in the corner and reading his files carefully.
As she started at him, she could not help but ask the question she was thinking of before she fell sick.
"Why can't Blaise inherit the throne?"
Christopher looked up at the sudden out of the blue question and started at her intently.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, he is a smart child and he is your first born. Even if he was born without the benefit of marriage, he is as much as your son as any other. Shouldn't he be able to have the throne then?"
"Jeannie, let me ask you something. Who do you think the thrown will being to if Blaise is not in line for the crown?"
Sh rigging her shoulders, Jeannie frowned in thought at this question. She had no idea. And she did not care.
