Cressida turned her head, slow and exact. "What?"
Dax didn't flinch. "You weren't moving fast enough."
"I was waiting for the right time," Trevor snapped.
"You were waiting for the sky to fall," Dax said, still annoyingly composed. "And in the meantime, the entire court was circling like they smelled blood in the water. I gave you three months. You used three days. I call that initiative."
Trevor stared at him. "I bonded him. That wasn't initiative. That was the rest of my life."
Dax sipped his tea like he hadn't just set a palace wing on fire. "Exactly. And I'd rather you spend the rest of your life with him than let some noble with a bloodline and a vault full of desperation stake a claim first."
Cressida narrowed her eyes. "So the King of Saha gave my grandson a deadline to secure his own marriage."
Dax glanced toward her, completely at ease. "Wouldn't be the first time I've saved your line from extinction."
