“You knew,” Kaillen’s tone was plaintive, accusing, as they undressed that night.
“Yes. I wanted to tell you so badly, but… Your hair, the bead, it has the royal sigil upon it. When we walked into the room, many knew then what was to happen.”
Kaillen just shook his head, and reached out to stroke Niko’s cheek, his expression disbelieving. “I still have my doubts, my love. I have been struck across the mouth many times under my guardian’s tutelage. What if it is a scar from then?”
Nikolaus grasped his face, stilled his words.
“You are the spitting image of the former king. Your hair, your eyes. Have you ever looked at Tanya? You are an exact duplicate. In all our searches we have found no trace of your birth elsewhere. There are too many coincidences to ignore. Tanya feels, as do we al
