Holding the crown aloft, Petra turned back toward the glowing seal and stepped closer.
"I want you to crown me your king, Your Highness," Petra said, his tone smooth and commanding.
"We could end this war that father started," he continued, keeping his eyes locked onto hers. "I could help you accomplish your goal, the very thing my foolish and arrogant brother, in all his blind love for you, could never have thought to offer."
Lunara, who had remained utterly silent throughout the violence, slowly shifted her eyes. She stole a quiet glance at Magnus's broken body on the floor before turning her gaze fully onto Petra.
"This is no longer a war that can be won," Lunara said softly, giving a slight shake of her head. "The people of Björn are assured victory, along with their alliance with the empire."
