You and I both know a thousand master blacksmiths could cripple even an empire. And yet your father would give them all—for you. Come home, Alexandria."
Alexander stretched out his hand, his eyes full of yearning.
"I carry the heir of this dukedom," Sapphira said, resting a hand on her stomach. "Its future grows in my womb. I cannot follow you to an uncertain land, and I will not leave Asher's side."
She blinked calmly as Alexander's expression twisted. "Judging by your emotions, you covet me. Or perhaps you believe you have a claim—betrothed by the emperor you say is my father?"
Alexander's eyes trembled.
Mia's gaze darkened.
"This will lead to war," Alexander said, voice low but edged with steel. "This dominion will fall. Is that what you want?"
Sapphira's brow creased. "You would threaten my house?"
"You're not thinking clearly. You were born to be queen, not some man's bed warmer!" he snapped, barely restraining himself.
