Book 6: That Doctor Is a Travesty

Gene

“The fucking Breeder had her babies?” I repeat to the servant who has just barged into my bathroom to give me this news. I am taking a soak in my garden tub, and the scents of roses, lilacs, and other flowers are wafting around me. I had found it soothing until a few moments ago when this idiot barged in.

“Yes, she did,” he says, swallowing hard as he tries not to look directly at me. He’s probably afraid he’ll see my wee wee and never feel like a real man again. “We just got word from the castle, sir.”

“What castle?” I ask. “You know a talking castle?”

I see him swallow again and wonder if he has something stuck in his throat. “No, sir. I mean… we got word from the spy you sent to Alpha Mark’s castle, sir. He said that the Breeder gave birth to four babies a little while ago, and that the Breeder herself almost died, but their doctor was able to bring her back.”

I mull that information over. “The Breeder almost died of natural cau