Princess Myrcella's eyes widened, suspicion sharp and immediate as my demand hung heavy in the air. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came at first, as if the sheer absurdity of what I'd just said left her momentarily stunned.
"You… want me to make you the King?" she asked, her voice steady but laced with disbelief, as though daring me to confirm her worst assumption.
Her reaction? Expected.
Most people, when asking for something, knew to keep their demands within reason. Sure, there were those bold enough to push the envelope, even teeter on the edge of absurdity. But what I'd just proposed? It was beyond outrageous—it bordered on a goddamn fantasy. The kind of thing that would get someone thrown out of a negotiation, if not out of a window.
"You're not joking, are you?" she asked again, her voice softer now, but no less cutting.
