Silence stretched between us.
Then she laughed. A light, almost musical sound, but I knew better than to be deceived by its sweetness.
"I suppose you didn't expect that, did you?" she teased.
I did not react. Instead, I reached for my teacup and took a slow sip. "No," I admitted. "But it changes nothing."
"Oh?"
I leaned forward, lowering my voice as if sharing a secret. "Megan, be honest. Do you truly desire the throne?"
She tilted her head in a thoughtful gesture, fingers absentmindedly tapping the table. "Not particularly. But being Crown Princess would certainly be... advantageous."
"Then why compete when you can have something far more valuable?"
She hummed in interest. "And what might that be?"
I let the silence linger, watching her closely.
Megan was not someone easily swayed by power alone. She preferred control, influence, and secrets. The key to getting her on my side was to give her something irresistible.
Something powerful.
I smiled. "Your sight."
