"You will have no firstborn to rule after you
She will never conceive your firstborn - or at least not first."
The last words of the Evil Wizard, Lord Prydeen, have hung over King Damien and Queen Genevieve for five years.
Five years, wherein Damien has sought to rebuild the Realm, inspiring and requiring a return to honor and noblesse oblige among his corrupt and canny noble class.
Five years, whence Genevieve has restored three of the Five Lost Provinces to Ilseador's banner, negotiating by dint of the army at her back - and her own formidable reputation as a warrior.
Five years... and ten heartbreaking miscarriages.
And then Prydeen had added those other words that either allow for a kernel of hope... or are the grindstone with which to destroy King Damien's hopeful new reign.
"You have a Champion of a problem, young king."
