Bellamy.” Bellamy straightens in his seat. “Yes, Mother?” Her smile is fond, but a little exasperated. “I had intended to arrange a marriage for you.” Everyone except Claude freezes. Bellamy is too shocked to respond, and Rakos breaks the silence first with a tense, “Your Majesty.” Heart pounding, Bellamy seizes Rakos’s hand beneath the table. “That’s not going to happen, Mother.”
