"Even so," the head councilman said quietly but with forced resolve, "we do not want a hybrid in our future. She can be queen, yes. But not queen mother. The heir… cannot come from her."
Lucivar turned slowly and walked back to his throne, his footsteps deliberate, echoing in the vast, silent hall. He sat down, crossed one leg over the other, and steepled his fingers.
"You," he said evenly, "are either very brave or very stupid."
The councilman said nothing.
"You want a fairy tale bloodline so badly?" Lucivar asked. "Then go find a pureblood vampire. Find a way to make sure you meet the Blood goddess to cancel out his bond with the vampire princess and mate him with her. Good luck with that."
"We request that the royal concubine bear the prince an heir before the royal wedding."
"You know what…" he began, "how about you all deliver this little nugget of brilliance to the prince yourselves."
