anya cassel.
her cheeks flush a deep red before she realizes he’s joking. or at least, she thinks he’s jesting with her. she gives a laugh, taking more of a liking to the prince than she did even before she knew him. “that’s quite unnecessary, your highness. i know he’ll be a good father. –as will you, my prince.”
at the idea of his future children, pollux is immediately distracted. a dumb grin grows on his face. “ i should hope so, ” he says. “ it’s always been a dream of mine to be a father. still, i hope they take after their mother more. i wasn’t the easiest to rear. do you hope your child takes after you ?? ”






