There was that insipid question again. Verinia's scowl darkened further. She was beginning to loathe that wretched word and was about to seek out the First Minister to put a ban on saying it in the entire continent.
"Love is a thing for fools," she spat out blandly. There was a subtle sense of disgust in her tone.
General Elai actually seemed more surprised by that answer than by anything else she had said to him so far. "But Her Second Sovereign Highness is lovingly married—by your own hand, no less."
Her scowl softened as she thought of Faeris and how happy she was with her growing family. "That is different, she deserves it. They deserve it."
She had been praying to the Triternal every day to bless Syvia's marriage and for Halen to find a suitable bride, come the time. There was nothing more she wanted for them but their happiness.
