For a king, Cassian was almost absurdly carefree. The man had never cared much for formalities or, strangely enough, even the authority that came with his position, and the casual manner in which he'd just explained the situation made that painfully obvious.
He had essentially announced to an entire room of the empire's most powerful figures that Arcturus wasn't biologically his, yet there he sat, looking as though he'd just explained what he'd eaten for breakfast.
Garrick, along with almost everyone else in the room, could only stare at him.
In truth, the revelation wasn't nearly as politically damaging as one might expect. After all, Cassian's blood wasn't actually that of House Eryndor.
It was the Queen who carried the royal blood, while Cassian had simply been the champion of the empire-wide tournament held to determine her betrothed. Which meant Arcturus still carried the blood of House Eryndor through his mother.
