The carriage door slammed shut. THUD.
Clip clop. Clip clop. Clip clop.
Draven stared out the window. Didn't see shit. Mind racing.
The King just offered him the throne.
The fucking THRONE.
Mara sat across from him. Watching. Waiting.
Finally. "You gonna tell me what happened or just brood all night?"
"King wants me to be Crown Prince."
Silence. Dead silence.
Then. "WHAT."
"Yeah."
"Like. The Crown Prince. Future King. That Crown Prince?"
"That one."
"He just... offered it? To you?"
"Yep." Draven rubbed his face. Fuck. This was insane. "He Said Aldric is guilty. Investigation's gonna prove it. He Needs a new heir. Wants me to be CrownPrince."
Mara stared. "Holy shit."
"Yeah."
"What'd you say?"
"I Said I'd think about it."
She laughed. Couldn't help it. "You told the King you'd THINK about becoming his heir?"
"What was I supposed to say? 'Yes please daddy make me King'?"
"Fair point." She leaned back. Creak. "So. You thinking about it?"
