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“The king and I hardly have the kind of relationship that would allow me to ask about it—and get a straight answer. He likes to act like I’m not his son at all.”
Jules thought about it for a moment, pressing his cheek against Westcliff’s shoulder. He breathed in deeply. He felt better than he had in days, the terrible frustration of the past few days shifting into something else. “So you’re actually his firstborn son,” he said. “You’re a bit older than Haydn, right?”
“I’m not his firstborn,” Westcliff corrected him, playing with Jules’s fingers. “The king had another son, much older than me and Haydn: Thander. Don’t you remember him?”
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