"Forgive my asking, your highness, but are you sure about allying yourself with the Turith tribe?"
Symund's question took Uther out of his thoughts, leaving him aware of his surroundings once again. The stack of ancient parchments he had intended to go over stared right back at him untouched. And so did the teapot he had walked out with from his tent.
He stared at it with shame and regret. It reminded him of his irrational thinking that he openly displayed in front of his concubine and maid. Two women who seemed more in control of their own emotions than their future king.
But in his defense, he wasn't thinking like the king he was, but a man. A man in love and bent on protecting his woman. His queen. Heaven knew he would go mad if anything happened to Kaida.
Perhaps that had fueled h
