The Rule
she murmured, that familiar motherly smile touching her lips.
Ayman reached for a leg piece and took a thoughtful bite. “He smiles like you. But his demeanor… it’s simpler, more unburdened. And his eyes—”
“Inherited from his father,” she finished quietly.
Ayman merely hummed in response, his jaw tightening ever so slightly at the mention of Samarth.
Then, abruptly, he lifted his gaze to Raj. “Commander,” he said with more weight in his tone, “once we reach Tziyonia, I ask you to perform the coronation. Let my sister take her rightful place as queen.”