Cassius was stunned. He blinked several times, trying his best to look innocent. “Wh-who, who would ever seek to dethrone you, the rightful ruler, Queen Rona?”
Her eyes penetrated into his like two beams of light cast down from the heavens, though not ethereal in any way. “I’m not sure. But I believe there is someone. Perhaps you know.”
“I don’t know anything, my Queen. In fact, when I thought I saw the duke, I went to the guards, your guards. If I was in cahoots with your husband, why would I do such a thing?”
She had to ponder that for a moment, which seemed like a win to Cassius. But then, her line of questioning took a sharp turn for the worse. “Let me ask you this, Cassius. What if it is my daughter who seeks the crown before it is her time? What would you do then?”
