"Warmonger?" Atticus repeated, before breaking out into a sharp bark of laughter. Daphne was startled, her breath coming out in pants as her husband continued to wheeze breathlessly to himself.
"What's so funny?" Daphne demanded.
"Nothing, really." Atticus shook his head slowly. "I simply cannot believe that I'm hearing such a descriptor from my own wife. Tell me, Daphne, what do you think I'll do once I succeed?"
"You'll conquer kingdoms."
"And what will I do with them?" Atticus asked, amused. "Just because I have the capability, doesn't mean I'm about to commit atrocities across the continent. Besides, stealing kingdoms isn't my style."
"Not like anyone could have stopped you," Daphne added bitterly. "Once — if — your plan succeeds," and Daphne hoped with every fiber of her being that it did not, "the world is yours, whether they know it or not."
