"Take the crown prince's seat."
Veronika held her breath. She already guessed what Aries might've wanted, but hearing her say it still send this strange fire into her veins. All she could do for the next minute was to stare at Aries's eyes, noticing the crafty glint that would appear and disappear just as quickly.
"Ho — how…" Veronika's voice trailed off, almost forgetting the rest of her words.
"I had sent a letter to Ismael regarding this matter." Aries smiled, squeezing Veronika's hand mildly once again. "And once I ascended the throne, I will give you my full support, Princess. If they were stubborn, I'd send a militia to kill them all. But if they were wiser, they'd step down before my patience runs out."
Aries slowly released Veronika's hand as she leaned back.
