Chapter 189: The Head of the Table
Elyn's POV
I stared down at the obsidian armrests beneath my hands as if they might suddenly explain themselves. Don't ask me why I thought they could or that they would… they did not explain anything to me.
I lifted my head slowly and looked at Zorathys.
"Why," I asked carefully, "am I seated in your seat?"
He looked entirely unbothered.
"You are Queen."
"I am queen-to-be," I corrected immediately. "That is not the same thing."
"It is."
"It is not."
He tilted his head slightly, studying me as though I were a particularly interesting puzzle he had already solved.
"You are my wife," he said.
I resisted the urge to say wife-to-be.
"You are the future Queen of this realm. Today is your official introduction. Therefore, you sit there," he told me.
"That is not how that works," I insisted. "You are the King. This is your seat. I should not be sitting where you are supposed to sit."
"It does not matter."
"It absolutely matters."
