Amelia meets my furious gaze with a cool one of her own. “I believe I would have made a better sovereign than you,” she says. Nicholas moves closer to me, his shoulder resting against mine. “No, you wouldn’t have,” he says. “You can cloak it in as many justifications as you want, but really, you just wanted the power and glory. Callum doesn’t want it, which is why he’ll make a great king.”
