“Look at your phones. The vote is in. They passed the amendment. Rhys doesn’t have to abdicate, and thanks to you, queen bee, I’m no longer second in line to the throne. Fuck yes. The world is good and kind and fair, and I don’t have to fucking rule it.” He starts muttering under his breath as he walks away with the weight of an entire country lifted from his shoulders. “Where are you going, brother?” Rhys calls out as he turns back to me. Atticus looks over his shoulder, sweet relief reflecting back at us. “To the Seven Swords to celebrate. You coming with?”
