In the expansive dinner hall of Cassian Palace, Isla and Adam sat down to a meal prepared by Adam. It was initially quiet but still familiar between the two.
"Thanks for the meal, Adam," Isla said, taking a sip from her glass.
Adam nodded. "Now, what's on your mind?"
Between bites, Isla broached the topic of Isabelle, a distant relative of Ava with more fitting royal blood. "I've been thinking about Isabelle," Isla began. "Considering her lineage, she seems more suitable to inherit the throne."
Adam nodded, his expression serious. "You said that you wanted someone like her to take over the throne before... but I think it's not best to leave it to her. You're still the most suitable for the job, Milady."
"Yes, but I've already told you this. Even if there is not anyone with Cassian blood, I'd still be the last to take the throne," Isla said.
