"No one cares about your romantic history, Old Firewood." Looking towards the Queen, Loneliness asked, "So, your decision?"
Queen Annie straightened up, her expression shifting. A second ago, she had been a good-tempered, wealthy lady, chatting with an old friend about the futures of their children. At that moment, her gaze turned icy cold, bearing the majesty of a monarch, breath-taking and with a soul-stirring pressure.
"Once the duel before the court is over, and the King of Skeleton is appeased, the succession to the crown will be reconsidered. Connot Jackson Morton will become the new Crown Prince and will gradually inherit his brother's territory."
The other three stood simultaneously, saying solemnly, "Your will."
