The King's Queen
My father says, he reaches out his hand and Sonja takes it and stands up from her seat.
They walk out of the room with confidence, believing that they have won, believing that whatever plan they had worked, and it did. I'm at a loss and I have nothing else, I have no choice but to forfeit and admit defeat.
If my father didn't want me as the King, why the hell did he put me on the throne, he should stay and put my brother or even his bastard child.
Dammit.
I rush out of the living room and into the foyer.