Vyan sat up, his face twisted in disbelief. "What do you mean by that?"
"It's what I heard from the rumor mill. Though, I must say, it's one of the more entertaining ones," she admitted, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Why is this rumor even circulating?" he asked, horrified.
She tilted her head, a teasing grin spreading across her face. "Shouldn't you know that better, Your Grace?"
"I have no clue where this rumor could have originated from," he defended vehemently. "First of all, I am not even wedded. Secondly, obviously not to an old lady. I have a type, okay? And that does not include old ladies. Thirdly, why is my non-existent wife's social standing even a topic? I couldn't care less about her imaginary aristocratic lineage. And honestly, if I were to invent a wife, she would at least be a sword-wielding warrior who is most definitely younger than me, not some withering lady in a rocking chair!"
