They exchanged confused glances.
"So I had an idea," Heena continued, leaning back in her chair. "How about I arrange marriages between each of you and Lady Seraphina? I'm sure she'd be thrilled. You all seem quite concerned about her welfare."
Dead silence.
All five of them stared at her like she'd just suggested they jump off a cliff.
Then Adrian spoke, his voice tight with barely controlled anger. He gritted his teeth as he said, "Your Majesty, do you think we are such disgusting people that even after being married to you, we would think about another woman?"
Heena looked at him.
Then she laughed.
Not a polite laugh. Not a diplomatic laugh. A genuine, incredulous laugh that echoed through the office.
"Aren't you?" she asked, voice dripping with amusement and contempt.
Adrian's face flushed red. "Your Majesty—"
