Broken let out a slow breath, exhaling deeply at Queen Nerisa's last statement.
Their child?!
Damn.
How the hell did an idea like that even get into this woman's head?
He turned to her, expression flat. "How exactly am I the father of something that didn't even come from me?"
For the first time, Queen Nerisa smiled. It was faint—barely there—but it was a genuine, soft curve of her lips.
And honestly? It was the first time he had ever seen her smile.
So she could smile after all.
"Both of us have supplied mana to the egg," she answered calmly.
Broken narrowed his eyes slightly. "And that makes us its parents?"
Nerisa gave a small nod, still composed.
Broken sighed again, rubbing his temple.
This was ridiculous.
His gaze flickered toward her again. "You do understand the concept of having offspring, right?"
His tone was dry, slightly amused, but also tired. "We only supplied mana to the egg. Who even knows where this egg originally came from?"
