“That’s it?” Amy asked, incredulous. She took a moment before she spoke. For a long while, everyone was silent. Even Gideon was holding his breath beside her. She already knew that the Duke would soon be King, she just didn’t expect that it would be so sudden. “You’ll just accept that fate and pass your responsibility to Henri? Margaux is your daughter! She’s your responsibility! You told me so yourself.”
The King looked utterly horrified. “If I were you, I’d be careful with the way you speak to your King,” he said and his eyes burned a golden flame.
“Screw it,” she said, her voice unwavering. “If you are King, then fight for your land! I don’t care what the visions told you. It is not your destiny! You decide what you make of your future!”
“You are naive,” interjected Geneva, who, amon
