"That it takes to be a ruler!" The words were like stinging bees stinging them where it hurt most.
They stared at the members of the council and then at Rafael who was sitting leisurely with a glass in his hands.
His languid body and nonchalant movement were like whips that were hurting their soul.
"But.. that.. She did not have any political knowledge. What if she is just a puppet in the hands of others?" asked the duke as he stared back at Rafael who had a small smirk on his face.
He looked amused by their thinking process that only angered the duke and his members further.
"You seem to think you have the power, duke Starenfire, but you forget that the decision to choose the new ruler had always been in the hands of the council." said Hazel with a small chuckle.
