"Consort Larus Okmana," she said, her voice taking on the ceremonial tone used for official imperial business. "Before I proceed, I must ask you one final time, in front of all these witnesses: Are you certain? I am giving you this last opportunity to reconsider. If you wish to withdraw your request, you may do so now, with no judgment or consequence."
Every eye in the hall turned to Larus.
He stood there, his head slightly bowed, looking up at Heena with an expression that was equal parts devotion and determination. A small smile played at his lips.
"Never, Your Majesty," he said, his voice clear and steady. "Whatever my wife chooses to give me, I will accept it with gratitude and honor. No matter what it is."
The certainty in his voice sent a ripple through the assembled nobles.
Heena's expression shifted into something that could only be described as satisfied pleasure. She'd given him an out, and he'd refused to take it. Good.
"Very well," she said.
