He says something to his familiar in her language.
"Eat shit, choke on it, and die slowly while I piss in your throat," says his familiar.
"Thank you, Berathyme," says Edarial dryly.
She tentatively suspects that Nataliem is telling the truth, not that she anticipates this causing his children to be inclined to release him.
"If you," says Edarial a little shakily, "are actually my father - then I'm ashamed to have you. I want nothing to do with you, and frankly you disgust me. So I hope you like your new home, because you will be here for a very long time."
He growls, "You're lucky that my brother isn't here. He would have killed you. I wouldn't have stopped him."
"Is he going to come all the way here and kill him even if told in some less remote part of the castle?"
"Is there anything else worth learning from this... person?" wonders Iobel.
"All right then." Iobel picks up her cat and turns to go, murmuring a summary of the information in Cricket's ear. He responds in repulsed tones. She pets him and says something apparently soothing.
Edarial follows. Berathyme asks for a more complete summary, and he provides it on the way. She nuzzles him.
She decides not to attempt to begin any further topics of conversation, though she doesn't range far ahead of her husband either.
"... So how afraid are you that I'll turn out like him?" he asks, quietly.
"Less than Cricket is. Not zero. But I know little about what he was like when he was your age, and the late queen is not a stellar source of traits either, to be frank."
Iobel swallows several possible responses to that. She shushes Cricket when he starts muttering at her.
"She didn't seem to care what happened to the country. He didn't seem to care how things happened to the country. You have some measure of care for both."