Kalars writes back; she has his utmost sympathy, but if she doesn't want a visit he doesn't need to be there for his own sake.
Raney doesn't write back; she just turns up the next day, dwarf caiman familiar tucked under her arm.
She wants to meet her son-in-law.
"To be fair - monarch-hood you only got because our mom died. So technically you're doing that, too."
"I have not yet invented an immortality hex, and at any rate she didn't die of old age, did she? I heard she was sick."
"My first thought is Nataliem, but that's only because he's - known to be a bad person and also known to have opinions about the occupation of the throne."
"Yes. That's why I knew about him, I'd suspected... But I have no proof, and I'm not going to throw anyone in jail on a hunch. So." He shrugs.
"I'll do it if you don't care to go back. I don't like him, but he doesn't get under my skin very much."
Edarial will snuggle with Berathyme, because he does not like thinking about the man who just so happens to be his father.
"All right, I'll do my best. I've been sort of cagey about my-daughter-the-queen as a subject anyway, so probably none of my friends will ask."
"Trouble, no, not really - curiosity some, though. And I had that awful letter in the back of my head -"
"Oh sweetheart, it's all right, you were scared too - anyway I didn't think I had better talk about it so I sort of - made a face and said I hadn't been invited to the wedding, and that shut down most everyone."