Alexander's heart sank into a low, sinking beat as he listened to the Queen Mother. She had indeed made a good point that somehow slipped his mind. So subconsciously tightening his grip around the naked princess who was on his lap, he muttered with a frown,
"From what I have heard, Assazd's sons are quite incompetent… so they were never allowed to even follow in their father's footsteps. With him now dead….what is Your Highness exactly afraid of?"
"Afraid? I am not afraid of anything, brat! It's you who should be the one afraid!"
Alexander seemed to have chosen his words poorly as Seelima got herself instantly riled up like a cat that had just had its tail stepped on- she angrily clenched her fists and gritted her teeth at the mere insinuation.
