“I have not slept soundly,” he said quietly, eyes fixed on Elma, “since ordering your death. The poisoning, the disguised Slödavan… even that barely competent creature your toy made easy work of. I lay awake in the small hours, wondering if I’d done the right thing. If you might be a great queen after all, if only you could divert your path and return to the one laid out for you by your father. A conqueror’s path, one fit for a queen of Rothen.” He sighed and shook his head.
