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Kingdom?" Wyn questioned.
    Conar came from behind the chair and sat down again. He let out a long, weary exhalation of breath. "There are five coffins lying in the throne room, Wynland. As soon as Balizar's men bring Storm's body here, there will be six. I can not, nor will I, allow those men to be buried in Rysalian soil." He looked down at his hands. "Nor can Serge transport them back to Serenia." A look of pain crossed his face. "The journey takes too long and the bodies would not......"
    "We would be honored to bury them in the Field of Honor outside St. Steffensburg, milord," Catherine interrupted, saving her husband from explaining to his son that the bodies of the men he loved would be long-since decayed and posing a health hazard before reaching Serenia.
    "I would like that," he answered, glancing up at her. "It is a very beautiful place."
    Catherine stood up, smiling shyly at Wyn. "If I do not see you again before you go, Lord Wynland, I bid you a safe and pleasant journey home."
    "Thank you, Your Grace," Wyn replied, taking the hand she offered him and bringing it as gracefully and sensually to his lips as he father ever had. "And I pray for a safe delivery for you."
    He glanced down at her burgeoning belly. "And maybe a little sister?"
    Catherine's face split into a wide smile. "We'll see," she said, standing on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his cheek. She turned and looked at her husband. "I will be in my room, milord, if you should need me."
    Conar nodded, thanking her silently for the time she was willing to give him with his son.
    He watched her until the door closed behind her and then lowered his head, putting his hands up to Charlotte Boyett-Compo WINDRETRIEVER 17
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    "Papa?" Wyn asked, kneeling down before his father once more. "Will you please let me stay?"
    His father looked up and it was obvious to the young man that another agonizing headache had come to claim his parent's attention.
    "Wyn," Conar said with mild exasperation, "of them all, you would be the last I would allow to stay."
    "But why, Papa?" Wyn whined. "I am your son. Of them all, I should be the very one to be at your side!"
    "Of them all," Conar said, leaning forward so that he could put his hands on his son's neck,
    "you are the one I love the most. You are the one it would kill me to lose." He laid his forehead against Wyn's. "I may not have shown you how much I loved you when you were growing up, I might not have given you the time with me you wanted or needed or deserved, but Wyn …," he drew his son's head down and put an emotional kiss on the young man's head, cradling that head against his chest. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, "you are my favorite son and I love you more than you will ever know."
    "Then let me stay with you, Papa!" Wyn cried, pulling back and fusing his gaze with his father's. "Let me be at your side where I belong!"
    "Your place is where I send you, Wyn, and I am sending you home."
    The young man knew it would be fruitless to continue pleading with his father. Not only was there a warning of parental authority in his father's face, there was a hint of a royal order in the firmness of his parent's voice.
    And a steadfast spark of denial in the too-bright sapphire eyes.
    Wyn lowered his head. "Is there anything you want me to do when I get home, Father?"
    "Father?" Conar questioned, not sure he liked that title. When Wyn shrugged, without looking up, he figured it was his son's way of letting him know he hadn't agreed with his decision but would abide by it anyway.
    "Is there anything you want me to tell Uncle Legion?" Wyn stressed.
    "Aye," Conar said, his voice turning just a bit cold. "You can tell him to mind his own damned business from now on and that if I see his ass over here, I'll sell it to a breeding farm!"
    Wyn looked up, his face piqued with interest. "A breeding farm?" At his father's nod, Wyn smiled. "They really have such places?"
    Conar's lips twitched although he did not smile. "Aye, they