“She blames me,” he said, slumping in his seat. He’d never been able to hide anything from his mother for long. “She blames me for everything. For making our son a king. For making her wildest ambitions come true. For bringing order back to the Union. For everything.” His mother raised the other brow. “And is it your fault?” “Ten breaths off the boat and you’re taking her side?” “It’s a marriage, Leo. There shouldn’t be sides.” “Feels like there are, though.” He frowned out of the window at the lonely well-wishers. “And everyone’s on hers.”
