A King’s Word is Absolute

"Because I believe in earning things through my own merit and hard work." Lucas said flatly. "I don't want to be known throughout the continent for my never ending gold lust, or for pushing others into the dirt and climbing over them just so I can get my hands on more."

Celia's curiosity was piqued. Who else had Antony Nadrim clambered over to get ahead? She knew of how his insistence that his pregnant wife travel to Islia for the sake of his career, had ended in tragedy.

Surely that was what Lucas was talking about? Because she couldn't imagine anything worse than the loss of a child.

"Just as well you're nothing alike." Tobin sniggered, then he scowled at the fussing toddler on his knee. Gabriel had started to arch his back and stretch his little arms out to his mother, eager to be held by her again.