Daizell stared up at the ceiling, silent, for a long moment. ‘And what about marriage?’ Cassian had heard that men conducted their own ceremonies, sometimes in a spirit of misrule and sometimes in one of seriousness. He wasn’t sure about that. ‘Um, it’s not legal? But if you want that—’ ‘What? I meant you, you fool. You’re a duke, you need heirs. Haven’t you an arrangement lined up?’
