Sonia furrows her brow at home, frowning. "Do you have your head screwed on straight? If everyone knew, it'd be a disaster. A soldier full of men who've been fighting for ten years, clamoring to know their future -- or worse yet, they'd consider you charlatans or collaborators if you made some wrong prediction. And God, Count Piotr would want to have Miles killed if he knew who his future heir was."

Granted, she's fairly confident Olivia could stay his hand, but still. It wouldn't bode well. She shakes her head. "I think it should stay as much of a secret as possible. I don't think Miles should have told me." She looks pained. "And now the Cetagandans know."