“You don’t seem surprised,” Victor finally said, his tone steady but his hands still trembling. “Come here,” Queen Ashley said softly, and Victor hesitated before obeying as she reached for his head, brushing something from his hair and giving him a gentle tap. “Ouch, that hurt,” he muttered, rubbing the spot and glaring at her with boyish irritation. “Soon you will be king,” Queen Ashley said calmly. “I know, Mother. And my duty...” “Quiet,” her voice cut through his words, calm but firm, and Victor fell silent. “All of Vanilor depends on the image of its crown,” she began, but Victor groaned and turned away, walking around his bed. “Please, not now.” “You cannot afford distractions,” Queen Ashley’s voice cut through his protest, quiet but commanding, while Victor fell back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling as silence stretched between them again. “You will ascend the throne soon, and when you do, you must take a wife,” Queen Ashley said, with Victor sitting up sl
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