“Well, then.” Silas raised his glass, accepting the end of that conversation. “Here’s to divorce for them as need it, and the long marriage their majesties deserve.” “I shall not drink to any such thing. I don’t want to drink, I don’t give a curse for the king’s affairs, and I don’t want to waste any more time on other people’s self-inflicted miseries when we have a chance to be happy. Come to bed with me, you blasted radical. Bring me your revolution.”
