Finally, Raffin said, “That’s not the way of things in the Middluns.” “No,” said Bitterblue. “But it is the way in the Middluns for the king to do as he likes.” Raffin stood, knees cracking, and came to her. “My father is a healthy man,” he said. “Oh, Raffin,” she said. “May I give you a hug?”
Raffin can someday be a king with a husband
