Eleanora's POV
"Are you saying I'm a bad King?" He glowered down at me.
"I can't say that even if I wanted to since I have yet to see the kind of King you are," I tilted my head up to meet his gaze.
"Why not? You've basically been spouting that this entire time!" He shouted, punching the wall beside my head once more and I'm sure his fist was in pain.
"I've only been telling you what kind of King Atticus was," I corrected him.
"Why would I want to know what kind of King that dead man was?"
"So you can learn."
He coughed out a sarcastic laugh as if amused by my words. All this started from a single 'please' and it's only proving my point correct.
"Atticus was a great King. I'm sure you are too but I can't say because I have not seen the way you rule. However, if you enjoy asserting your dominance over your people, this Kingdom won't remain peaceful for long," I said.