"You can't control what people do—"
"And I wish I could." Rosalyn Lockhart sighed and rubbed her face. "Wouldn't life be easier if that was the case? Then I would have no troubles at all." Once she lowered her hand, she gave the man in front of her a smile and relished the look on his face.
It was that shocked and unsettled body language that filled her with ease.
"I can understand that, Your Majesty."
"Do you, Nicholas?"
She gave him a patronizing smile, "I am quite sure that someone like you wouldn't have such a thought like that. A desire to control other people's actions, thoughts and even sentiments—I would not mind if I have the power for that, but you would surely think that is morally wrong."
"But—"
