Queen
She yawns.
“You’re exhausted. Sleep. I’ll tell you another time.”
“No.” Her voice is strong, even though she looks like she’s on the verge of sleep.
“I know I’m dying Rasmus. Tell me in case I don’t wake up.”
“Leda, please!”
“Rasmus, please!” she mimics me.
I huff. She’s far more like Lars than I anticipated.
“You killed Carlotta, which, by our rules, makes you the Queen by conquest.”