“A part of me doesn’t blame her. I mean, I was humiliated. I still feel it sometimes, but I can’t begrudge her to chase after what she really wants, and that’s her freedom to be who she yearns to be. I can’t do the same thing.”
“You can abdicate.”
“No, I can’t. There are two reasons for that. The first one is that I’m not the only person affected. If I relinquished my right to the throne, all my descendants would have zero rights to it. The most important reason, however, is the fact that Isaac never wants to be a king.”
Tristan’s eyes widened in shock at the confidential revelation. “Oh, I see. What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you want to be the next monarch of Gefrington?”
“I do. I love this country, and I love its people. Do you?”
“I don’t understand your question.”
“Do you love this country and its people?”
His heart thudded at the implication behind the inquiry. “I do. What are you really asking for, Leo?”