'We won!' was the first thought that came to Doyle's mind.
 
'It can't be mine!' was the second thing that flew through Doyle's 
lightening quick mind.  'No one but Frost, Merry and Laurella know 
that I haven't touched Merry since that first time.  I've been 
asleep in Laurella's arms on the nights I was suppose to be with 
Merry.  Frost has been with her those nights.  What if it isn't his, 
though?'
 
Doyle turned to study his best friend's shocked face.  'It will kill 
him to have to give her up.  At least Cel won't be king.  Who's is 
it, though?'
 
Doyle turned to study Galen.  'He loves her, as much as Frost does.  
But he knows it can't be.  Merry loves Frost.  And Galen has finally 
grown up.  He realizes that he is a liability in court.  For him to 
be king would be a disaster.'
 
Rhys stood next to Galen, a pleased expression on his face.  'The 
Death God was with her last night.  He thinks it is his.  He was 
always such a smug bastard.  Good with a sword, but over confident.  
Having him on the throne could easily result in the same sort of 
reign we have now.  Who ever becomes king will out live Merry, and 
still be ruler even after she is dead.  I don't think I could serve 
him.'
 
Nicca looked scared.  'If it is him, we are doomed.  He doesn't have 
the backbone neccessary.  Merry thought of sending him back.  She 
needs to at least tell him that he is no longer a candidate for 
king.  Let him decide if he will stay here or go back.  This may save 
her the trouble.  He's shaking like a rabbit.'
 
Kitto meet Doyle's eyes.  They both knew it wasn't Kitto, although no 
one else did.  Merry continued to occasionally have sex with him, but 
they used protection.  The half goblin, half sidhe didn't want to 
rule.
 
'Who is the father?'  Doyle brooded.