Erin blinked. "This kind of case isn't uncommon. On paper, everything checks out fine, but no pregnancies, not even with IVF. It usually means the man's sperm requires a very specific environment to survive—conditions most women's eggs just can't meet."
She turned to Jenkins and added mischievously, "If you want his women to conceive, why not just slip a man into the palace? Problem solved."
Jenkins rolled her eyes. "You think their security is that lax? They'll test DNA three months in, and the jig will be up. Besides, those women are loyal to him—they'd never betray him willingly."
Erin shrugged. "Then what's the plan?"
Jenkins sighed, hesitating before revealing her trump card. "Word is, Monbatten's secretly in Crera to try out some traditional therapies. That's why I thought we had a shot. If we can cure his...condition, I can finally go back."
Erin perked up, glancing at Keira. "When did he get here? Do we know where he's staying?"