“Valeriu.”
He spat out a curse.
“He assured me it was just a joke, that Ms. Diamond was the only one he told.”
“And you believed him?”
Raymond looked bored, and Shandor wasn’t sure if he should be insulted.
“Shandor, he’s my heir.” The Rege’s voice was laced with impatience. “You will not tear him apart.”
“No, your Grace.”
“I’m serious.”
“Very well, your Grace. If I’m not permitted to protect Duke Ioan, a task you assigned to me almost eighteen years ago, then how do you plan to punish Valeriu for slandering Ioan?”
The Regegrowled. “I can’t send Valeriu back to his mother. He must remain here in order to learn how to govern.”
“Can he be taught? He’s been here for thirty years, but he still sees Aurel and Ioan as a threat to his position. As for the Romani, he considers them nothing more than playthings.”