She watched as the king clenched his jaw, clearly angry. The way he jutted out his chin was so similar to Tobin, it was uncanny.
"What are you accusing me of, girl? If you have something to say, I suggest you do so."
Celia didn't miss the defensive expression that flitted across Aron's rugged face. It's the same expression Father used to make, she thought with amusement. Whenever Mother caught him doing something she didn't approve of and would bawl him out mercilessly.
"I don't know what you've done, Your Majesty. Or what you're capable of doing." she said in quietly.
"Yet you still sit there and dare judge me. I can see it. How would you know what must be done to hold a throne?" the king said rudely. "What would you know about what it takes to rule?"
