'Bang,' Veltrest's fist slammed on the table, his face full of fury.
"It's definitely not me; I've never thought about marrying a little girl to get the crown! After all, I..."
"After all, you've been having an affair with Lady La Vallette for the past four years," Miv smiled again, "like two loving doves, just waiting for the old baron to close his eyes."
"Don't glare at me, my relative. It's reasonable for countries other than Temeria and Redania to have spies, isn't it? I pay them to do just that."
"Considering the Sintra throne, many kings would be willing to sacrifice their happiness for it."
"Wait a minute." Henselt scratched his beard, suspiciously, "Speaking of 'many kings,' Calanthe was going to marry her granddaughter to King Aivelle of Videns's son. Does that old fellow also have suspicions? It concerns Sintra's territory. And it's not just him..."
