Her golden eyes widened at those words.
They were calm and composed.
His expression slackened as the smallest of smiles cracked at the edge of his mouth. "You have a way with words that reminds me of our father. I can see why he chose you to be his heir. But…"
His ethereal eyes sharpened.
"...I'm afraid that it isn't going to work. The one to ascend the throne will be me."
His voice was calm, but unyielding.
If he was angry at her words, he didn't show it.
For a moment, the two of them simply exchanged a deep gaze. He simply smiled at her knowingly, conveying that he understood exactly what she was trying to do. She didn't sense any hostility in his ethereal eyes, merely calm determination to achieve the goal she sought to achieve.
Her one and only possible scenario of victory had failed.
But her golden eyes did not lose their hope.
