Not only Mirabella but the royal artisan was also stunned by the king's words.
"Your Majesty?" Mirabella asked uncertainly. As far as she knew, his room was already large enough to accommodate more than two people. Even though she hadn't ventured beyond his bed and cupboard, the space was undeniably grand.
And what did he mean by two people?
"What is it, my lady? This king cannot remain abstinent forever, right? Like others, I do need to marry, mate, and produce offspring. Dusthaven needs more magnanimous little 'me's for its prosperity." Eros said with a smirk.
Mirabella flushed red at the king's blunt intonation. Who would talk about bed and mating without a shred of shame in the presence of others?
Even Torrel, the father of two, felt shame burn down to his bones, but Silas stood firm like a steel, his expression barely changing.
