(YORK'S POV)
"No, you can't be the king. You can't lead the kingdom just simply because you are also a son of king Avodi. You didn't even have enough power and capacity to lead the army, and besides, you… are … not… a… pure… blood." With her head high, Amanda stood up and insisted not to accept Ozril to be the king of our kingdom.
"Amanda, take it easy. We can talk it over," I raise up my palm to Amanda, gesturing her to stop.
Amanda squinted her eyes while looking at Ozril, and he replied with a smirk.
"Bro, sit down, and let's have a talk," I suggested.
He sat down in front of my desk with his legs apart. He breathed out while throwing his glance at me. "So, what's your decision, my king brother?"
"Ozril, I need to know your plan. People in my kingdom haven't had enough knowledge about you. If only I can clean up my reputation, it would be easy for us. I can simply introduce you.
