"Hand over the crown," said Eleanor, approaching a nearby woman. The latter scratched the back of her head before glancing at the other players who either nodded or cast cold glares in her general direction.
They all wondered the same thing; How could she delay the ascendance of the Queen?
'That's some professional boot licking,' thought Arthur. He normally wouldn't mind Eleanor taking the lead, but he couldn't sacrifice the benefits he would receive by being King. Sadly, he was forced to reveal himself.
Before Eleanor could place the crown over her head, a hand pushed it out of her grip, causing it to fall to the ground. The princess's expression darkened, and rage grew in her blazing eyes. She turned to face the perpetrator, her anger capable of burning villages to the ground.
"Who the fuck…" She cursed, glaring at the crimson-eyed man, who simply cast her a single glance before lifting the crown.
