Congratulations,” Gregor said when he entered the room. “Yes, but now it practically takes an act of parliament and an armed escort for me to climb into her bed since the confirmation,” Gordon replied sourly. “You’re the king. I doubt it is much of a challenge for you to find some other warm place in which to spend the nights.” “It is not just about that. I do like a challenge, but her rebuffing strikes a blow to my ego.” “You are culpable in the murder of most of her family and have made her a prisoner within her own home. I imagine that would put a damper on most anyone’s amorous inclinations.” Gordon rolled his eyes. “Still, it wouldn’t kill her to be a bit more welcoming.” “Well, since we do plan for her to have an accident once your heir reaches his age of confirmation…” “About that.
