RHYS
Silence, not ignorance was bliss. I laid on my bed alone, the pieces of the blue bedding balled up and pushed down my trash can. Even Czar was short of words, neither criticizing nor comforting me. He and I were one and the same but he was my soul, my conscience and my companion.
My panic attack was long gone and so was Red Streaks. Having the upper hand before, I could have easily convinced her to agree to anything I wanted. I could have asked her to be my mistress and she would have said yes.
But is that what you really want? Czar chose a bad time to finally speak.
It was not about what I wanted; it was more about what I needed. I needed an heir somehow and if she was the only capable woman, I had to keep her with me at all costs. But she was right. Many man would die
