He waited until the servant was out of the room before he spoke. "He will easily pass as my son."Liza regarded him with narrowed eyes. "Galen, you promised —""I promised I would care for him as I care for you, and I will." He smiled gently. "I really do love the little brat, you know. He is my flesh and blood, sweeting.""Why is it I don't trust you, Galen?" she asked, watching him with a deep intensity."Because I have never really given you reason to do so before now. I am finding your trust hard to come by, Liza." He looked away. "I hope one day I will win your confidence.""Perhaps," she murmured, glancing at the single pink rose he had brought to her."You will be crowned queen of Serenia in two days. Have you chosen a gown?" He reached out to touch her leg but she moved her foot."I loved King Gerren. Knowing why I shall be crowned saddens me. I have no thought of gowns or such." She drew up her legs so he would not be tempted to try to touch her again.There was deep hurt in his voice.
