Zavian stopped her hand as she was about to run the comb through his hair again. He lowered the comb unto the table and looked at her through the mirror.
"Is it wrong to think of yourself as the same caliber as the Princesses?" He asked. "Or even as a Queen? Is that such a bad thing to think about for yourself?"
Neera was stunned at his question. The King must have hit his head during his hunt, for he was spewing nothing but delusional nonsense. But when she looked into his eyes, they didn't sparkle with humor. He looked serious, but if he wanted her to play along with his charade, she would.
"I can't, your Majesty." She simply answered.
"I want to know why not." He pressed for more.
