“Why would he do that?” Jonathan’s anger began to overshadow Godric’s. “Why would he take from me my right as a duke’s son?”
“Your father realized he’d been terribly cruel to Godric and that admitting he’d found love with another would only make matters worse, and he feared Godric would be jealous of you.”
Godric couldn’t believe it. The stupid man! Godric would have preferred a brother over solitude. That his father chose to love a lady’s maid made no difference, but to be denied his brother all these years did.
Jonathan looked to his brother, uncertain what to say. “Well then… Where does that leave us?”
Godric frowned. “You’re still a bastard.”
“If you think I’m ever polishing another boot of yours, you’re mistaken. I am not a bastard and you cannot treat me like one.”
“I didn’t me
