Remy was silent a moment, expression hard to read as he watched the seat form. He had no ambitions of rising through the ranks here, but he could help the small jump of his pulse at the use of the word son, and the promise that he would be acknowledged as such.
The thing that had him quiet was wondering what the price of this would be. He didn't imagine it would be at all pleasant, and he so hated these battles of his conscience.