MASON blocked the exit. “Are you going to Rome to get papal dispensation to marry a prostitute? Or are you going to legitimate your bastard?” I could not see the king’s face, but I could see the tremor in his jaw. “I’m sorry. I know it’s against our arrangement.” “I will not let you make Jehovah your heir.” “Prince Leonor is dead.” “There are others in line for your throne.” “It has to be my child.” “You have cousins.” “I had cousins; death by Merion Kraye.” A different, blacker anger joined the rage already rumbling through MASON. “Kraye killed your entire family?”
