Jasper didn't really pay attention to the discussion happening around him. He was growing increasingly frustrated with the fact Lady Leta's tit produced no milk, despite how hard he was suckling. Logically, he knew there was no reason she would be lactating, but that logic was overwhelmed by the screaming of his hungry stomach.
A thought came to him. The amulet kept him safe from danger. Could it also provide for him? Jasper thought as loudly as he could "Protect me!"
Gasps sounded throughout the room as Lady Leta's chest glowed with a white light and then expanded. Finally, sweet, warm milk began to fill Jasper's stomach. He continued to suckle, happily now.
"The babe is witch stock," someone said. Lady Leta lifted the front of Jasper's diaper.
"Yes, she is," she replied. So lost in nursing, it barely registered to Jasper that he, or rather she, had been unmanned. "This babe would have been cast aside by the former royal family for being a girl and witch stock. I will do what the previous rulers would never. I shall raise her as my daughter and make her my heir! After all, I have borne many children, but all have been boys, and thus unable to become the next ruler. I worry of no heir no longer."
Jasper finished nursing and let go of Lady Leta's nipple. Lady Leta burped her, then let her rest in her arms. Belly full of warm milk, Jasper drifted off to sleep, having one stray thought before she closed her eyes.
She had been the heir before, and somehow, continued to be.