“I don’t know. I do still love her. She’s my sister. I’d hate to kill her if I don’t have to.”
Nathaniel smirked. I hate it when he does that. “My love, you know that you can’t let her live. She is very resourceful and strong to top that. She can also heal all of her fallen soldiers, and you cannot scare her away from battle. She is every bit as stubborn as you.”
“More so.” I agreed.
“Now, Adrian, about the throne… I was thinking, maybe you would allow me to sit in the dark seat instead of the light one…”
“Why the hell would I do that?” I slammed my fist on the table and it crumbled with termites. He backed away a few steps, a wave of fear overtaking his features. For a mortal, his whole appearance could pass for a god’s. “It was just a suggestion… You know I’ll die if I attempt to sit in the light throne. And I know how much you loathe responsibility. But love, you know that I will serve your interests ahead of my own.”
I paused, contemplating the possibility. Every word made sense. Who was I to keep him from the crown, when I knew with all of my heart that he was trustworthy. Still… It made me a little uneasy. “I’ll sleep on it.”