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for any female. “Think how grateful such a great lord would be if you were the one woman to make a bonding union possible for him. It wouldn’t even matter if the match was less than perfect on a social level. When it comes down to it, a compatible womb rules.”
    “The odds are so against that happening. Anyway, I don’t care to win that particular lottery.” Kiera chose an appetizer from a serving tray and lifted a mysterious olive colored ball to her mouth. The sharp, yet completely undefinable flavors burst inside her mouth. Whatever it was that she was eating, it was too fancy for her tastes. “Those nobles are nothing but pompous assholes and I don’t feel the least bit sorry they have problems reproducing. Let them worship their perfect bloodlines and congratulate each other on their purity! Most will never produce an heir.”
    “That’s rather cold-hearted of you,” Druscilla said, her features conveying her shock. “Our fine lords deserve to be blessed with a family.” Druscilla stared at her reflection in her wineglass as if doing so would help divine the future. “Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink. It is just pitiful.” She lifted her face and surveyed the room, which was dominated by the male gender. “Males grossly outnumber females and so few of us can find a mate.”
    Kiera forced herself to swallow the contents in her mouth. She assumed that spitting them out, which was what she would do if she was at home, would be considered uncouth in present company. “I hear the males of the North are especially virile when it comes to mating and breeding.”
    “You wouldn’t dare such a union!” Druscilla gasped in horror as her gaze flitted to an ugly-faced giant with an air of detachment and a preference for self-isolation. “The Northerners are horrid creatures. If you do not believe me, take another look at Bloodfanger.”
    “He doesn’t interest me, but perhaps he has a brother or a cousin…”
    “It is no joking manner. What if the prince requests that I mate with Bloodfanger? I would have no choice but to refuse, yet that would be sure to spark a scandal.”
    “Diermont would not ask that of you.” Kiera wasn’t sure why the liberated Northern Asstrumnian captive, who was once forced to fight as a gladiator, remained at the villa. Supposedly he had vowed to serve the prince, but Kiera was suspicious of his motives. “Bloodfanger is not one of us.” She knew that Diermont’s prejudices extended to the hybrids of the North. In his eyes, they were little better than humans.
    The chiming of a large cowbell silenced the room and all looked with expectation at the princess to hear her latest announcement. “We will dine early,” Snotti said while holding her hand upright. “I fear the table will not accommodate everyone, so some will have to wait for their meal. We will follow the etiquette as set forth by the esteemed Princess Hirsutia Hortense.”
    Kiera groaned, as she understood what the directive would mean for her. The seating arrangements would be done by rank and status. She followed the rest of the group to the dining hall and watched as the lords and ladies were seated around the table. The rest of the guests, including Kiera, were led to their allotted spots on the floor, where they were expected to kneel beside a seated guest. As luck would have it, she found herself shoved at Lord Halloran’s feet. It was humiliating to wait on the floor like a dog while others indulged in a fine meal. She gritted her teeth and tried to contain her rising temper, but she found it impossible. How she would love to force Snotti to the hard, dirty floor while she dangled food in her face!
    The time passed slowly while she fumed. The smell of roasted beef tantalized her nostrils as she squirmed on the floor. It made her feel like whimpering along with the hunting dogs that were whining and salivating all over her. Her stomach growled and the sound echoed across the room, causing