One more thing.
Her gaze drifted across the pair as she spoke.
"Lugh is mine."
"Huh?"
The room grew quiet.
Selaphiel continued speaking, seemingly oblivious to Jahira, who had suddenly found the nearby walls immensely interesting.
"What I mean to say is, Lugh has to get married… to me. If, of course, he wants to become the Head of the Von Heim household."
Lugh frowned, piecing it together.
This wasn't jealousy. Far from it. Selaphiel had already assessed the situation.
Her perceptiveness likely told her there was nothing to worry about, no hidden romance or budding threat.
More than that, she had already told him about this in private. Which meant… this was just theater.
A smokescreen.
A believable, natural excuse for the rest of the Von Heim cousins—his rivals for succession—to know about it, without her appearing coercive or overtly manipulative.
