"A tonic that allows me to decide when and if I conceive."
Lucas went very still. "That's impossible. What you're describing is impossible. It goes against the very laws of nature."
"It's not impossible." she shook her head.
"Celia, I can't understand what you're saying to me right now. How do you know about these things? Where the fuck did you find such a-?" He stopped, pinched the bridge of his nose and then spoke in a very stern tone. "You have some explaining to do. Don't spare me a single detail."
"Why are you looking at me like that? Like I'm in some kind of horrible danger?" Celia asked petulantly.
"Because what you're saying sounds dangerously close to witchcraft and if it is, I'm terrified for you! Do you know what they do to those accused of being witches in this kingdom? Do you?" Lucas's fingers dug almost painfully into her shoulders. "You wouldn't even get a trial! And don't expect that having royal blood is a guarantee you won't still be burned at the stake!"
