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“Enough!” I bellow, striding over to them. This only makes the upset one cry harder. Instinctively, I pick her up, so that her sister can no longer yank at her ear.
Unfortunately, that means I now have a screaming child in my arms.
I hold her out in front of me and try to jiggle her, as I have a vague memory of seeing my mother do the same with my youngest brother. Rather than being calmed, the child yells even louder, which I can’t help but think is quite a feat for such tiny lungs.
For no reason that I can see, the other two triplets decide to join in.
Now, all three toddlers are howling fit to call down the Divine Ones, and I feel ridiculous. A king should not appear so stupid, bested by a mere child two years of age. I tuck the girl under one arm and use the other to beckon to a page standing near the dais.
“You! Come take this!”
The page scurries forward and hesitantly accepts his sobbing burden. Clearly, he has no more idea what to do than I. I am unbothered by this.
He is an attendant and I am a king, with royal responsibilities. Better that this page, rather than I, waste time attempting to figure out how to soothe a young one.
Larim and I exit the throne room, the sounds of distressed triplets following us down the hallway. We’re both grimacing.
“My King, may I offer a suggestion?” asks my advisor, tentatively.
“Please do,” I reply. “My brother seems to have made no plans for the care of his offspring. Of course, it was right for me to bring them here, but none of my staff has experience with children.”
“Well, I’m sure the former Prince of the Second Isle could not have anticipated the accident that claimed him and his lovely wife,” says Larim, in a diplomatic tone. “I imagine he did not think it necessary to make plans for the chance his children should become orphans.”
“My brother was foolish not to prepare for any and all possibilities. Your suggestion, Larim?” I’m impatient. I don’t need the man to hedge around.
“Ah—I would take this opportunity to remind my Lord that it would be prudent for you to take a wife.”
I glare at my advisor, and he nearly trips over his feet.
“I don’t want a wife or need one right now,” I say, firmly.
“But my King, you need to ensure you have an heir,” persists Larim, more bravely than I’d have thought. “And a wife could care for Prince Balak’s children.”
“Procuring a wife would be more trouble than it's worth,” I retort, letting my irritation show. “I’d have to select an appropriate female, formally court her, and arrange a royal wedding as well as the Queen's coronation. That does nothing to solve my current dilemma with Balak’s brats.”
“An heir though, King Kravath...”
“I have enough annoyances dealing with the ridiculous fact that my libertine of a younger brother is inheriting governance over Second Isle.” I stop in the middle of the hall and turn to my advisor. “There is plenty of time for me to wed and bed a female, Larim. I am in the prime of life, I do not need an heir anytime soon.”
“You did just say your brother was foolish not to prepare for all contingencies,” Larim points out.
I ignore that and resume walking.
“What I need is a dedicated caretaker for the children,” I say, ending the discussion regarding an heir. I’m sick of my entire council pestering me on that front. “That’s the answer. I’ll find and pay a female to keep the triplets content and out of my way.”
“My King, where would you find such a female?” Larim looks puzzled and a little scandalized, which regrettably I cannot blame him for.
He doesn’t need to tell me that no Kiphian woman works. The only paths open to them are as wives, priestesses, or sacred warrior maidens—not servants, even for the ruler of the Ocean Kingdom.
“The human quarter.” I permit myself a smirk of satisfaction at my neat solution. “All the humans work. Most of them are poor enough that they have to. So, it’s merely a question of finding the right one for this job.”
LIARA
Iclose the door on the last of the kids with a smile. It was a long day, but a pleasant one.
Tonn is getting good at reading whole sentences, and little Marie can finally count to ten with confidence. It’s hard to teach children from such a wide age range, but today at least, it was rewarding.
“Ouch!” I stumble as I suddenly feel a sharp pain in the sole of my bare foot. I catch myself on the side of my worn table and look down. There’s one of the tungsten alloy blocks that Adri so loves to play with. Its edges are rounded, but stepping down hard on it hurts anyway.
