"Say what you will, Lord Pendragon. If you wish for the crown back, and you are filled with condemnation, then have it back. It matters not. We will see this war finished regardless, and we shall do all that we think is sensible in the process," Oliver said. "But if you speak of Queen Asabel once more, accusing us of enjoying her passing for our own benefit. Or if you say the same of Lord Blackwell, then I shall do very foolish things indeed. For you are right. I am not suited to any crown, I was not born to wear it, nor have I any right to it. We are still creatures of war, and until this war is done, I find myself reckless."
"So I see," Lord Pendragon said. "In front of my son, despite his youth, do you wield such an anger."
Oliver caught Benjamin looking in his direction with big round eyes, and he felt the harshest stab of regret in his heart.
