On the contrary, as a mistress inheriting some trivial rural estate, she actually had a distinct advantage.
This was the best outcome for people like them, and many of their mothers had gone through the same—if the man had even the slightest conscience.
Far more men would eat their fill and leave nothing but orphans and widows, vanishing without a trace, than those who would leave a little something for the mother and child.
Such was the harsh reality of society, and this was their way of survival.
Their little schemes were no secret to a seasoned veteran like Krewen, but he had no intention of stopping them, instead, he winked at Gaven with a knowing smile that said, "A young man who isn't frivolous is wasting his youth."
He too had been young once, and as long as it was consensual, Gaven was capable enough to manage them all—Krewen wouldn't interfere.
For Gaven, one or two might be a stroke of luck, but a crowd would be a disaster.
