~Lydia POV~
"What are we going to do with the baby?" I asked, keeping my voice low, so the guards wouldn't overhear.
He stopped so suddenly I almost walked onto his back. When he turned to me, eyebrows raised like I'd asked for something ridiculous.
"Nothing," he said. "He's my son, I'm going to raise him, train him and make him strong."
I stared. "That's it? After everything?"
He narrowed his face, "What did you mean?"
I opened my mouth to argue, but Maribel appeared at the far end of the corridor, cradling the bundled infant. The child was screaming now, red-faced and furious, tiny fists waving in the air. She hurried toward us, looking exhausted. "My lord, maybe he needs his mother." Maribel said quietly, eyes darting between us. "He's been calm until now."
"Shut up!" I snapped before I could stop myself. "Do something about that noise! Make him stop by feeding him, or rock him, whatever it takes."
