"You mean you are from the royal blood?" Arwen asked, holding the fork mid-air, waiting for him to answer as she still processed everything she had just learned about the Winslow family history.
Aiden shook his head as he sliced his meat elegantly before taking a bite. "We founded this country. We aren't the royals. We were the ones who backed the royals and helped them administer it with our resources and shared capability," he said calmly, as if discussing something that wasn't astonishing.
"The royals still exist in our country, which means you still hold the power over them?" Arwen blinked at him in pure amazement.
Aiden turned to her just in time to catch the adorable expression on her face. Shaking his head, he corrected, "We hold the authority over them."
"We?"
Nodding, he hummed in response. "Yes—'we' as in you too. You are a Winslow now."
