Ever since the world was put into grave peril, reproduction returned as a grave need for the survival of the mutated human race. Unlike before, however, genetics had been restricted by the mutations. It didn't matter if Fenris loved Kanaru more than anything. They ultimately belonged to different races. The king could only have an heir with another person whose gene mutation resembled a horse.
It was just that that didn't seem to be the problem with Henrik. His shoulders jerked at the very notion of Kanaru's misery. Worse, he even blamed someone else for it.
"Sounds like someone's failing to assure you…" Henrik soon laughed, in contrast to the tone of their conversation. Kanaru turned to him, and the other man just shrugged his shoulders. "That feeling is a given in our standing to the king. However, if he really likes you that much, he should at least make you feel confident in your own space even without his presence.
