“He wouldn’t take the Own away, would he?” Kel asked, horrified. The king could be unfair, but surely not that unfair. “Worse.” Raoul patted his face with a cloth. “He said if I take more time away from his bootheels for my own pleasure, he’ll seat me with the greediest matchmaking mother in each district.” Kel winced. Surely there ought to be laws against that kind of punishment.
