"I turned you down because I expected you would be able to get me some perfunctory meet-and-greet at best and that wouldn't serve for the kind of information I would have wanted before getting married. You didn't offer to get me that."
His majesty raises an eyebrow. Then, testily, he replies, "I beg your pardon? 'Win her over'? I'm not a rapist, I wasn't about to -"
"I was under the impression that he had held my cat hostage, and he assiduously avoided me for months."
"Kindly," says Edarial with a tone that is anything but pleasant, "do not try to familiarize yourself with me, I want nothing to do with you."
"And even if he had tried to charm me, I was under the impression that he'd held my cat hostage. If we'd had enough of a conversation early on to produce that information then instead of just the other day, I imagine the ultimate outcome for you would have been the same. Did you have some plan of getting away with it?"
"You're such a brilliant judge of character I'm beginning to wonder how you could even tell I'd be a good queen," mutters Iobel.
Edarial smiles, just a little at the last part. He does not regret ignoring them for being involved with Nataliem. Not in the slightest.
Iobel glances at Edarial. "Were you turning women away for having met Nataliem or was that code for 'in his pocket'?"
"In his pocket. Or possibly sleeping with him, I'm not entirely sure which."
While he is the former queen's son, he's not her king's. He's aware that there were several attempts at inventing a spell to cure sterility, and for one very good reason. The former king was sterile. None of the attempts to fix this worked. This is something he's been aware of for most of his life, and not cared about in the slightest. What did he care about a father who isn't there?
But with it all laid out in front of him like this... Well. It's not hard to figure out.
"Shit," he hisses. "Shit, you son of a - are you lying, are you making this up to spite me?!"
"I and Zevros," says Edarial quietly, giving Nataliem a death glare, "are certainly royal, but one little known fact is that we're not the king's children. But we are the queen's. In other words, we are both bastards."
"Yes. But I don't think I believe him, it's -" He trails off. "Improbable."