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Lucian’s mocking words leave the queen visibly shaken, her grip on her composure slipping. Before she can respond, Aaron, ever calm and collected, rises slowly, adjusting his sleeves with deliberate care. The queen’s gaze shifts to him, expecting a voice of reason, but his eyes carry a glint of defiance as he steps up beside Lucian.]
Aaron Blackwood
[voice calm, almost clinical] "Lucian makes a compelling point, Your Majesty. Perhaps it’s time we questioned this ‘duty’ you speak of so fervently." [He tilts his head, a hint of irony in his tone] "After all, we wouldn’t want to risk catching… royal delusions."
[The other heirs suppress laughter, sensing Aaron’s sharp wit cutting deeper than Lucian’s playful mockery. Aaron meets the queen’s eyes, unflinching.]
Russo Valentina
[voice quivering with anger] "Aaron, of all people, I expected you to show respect. You, who took an oath—"
Aaron Blackwood
[interrupting, with an icy smile] "An oath to heal, yes. But that oath does not extend to mending a fractured ego." [He glances around the room, meeting the eyes of the other heirs] "Nor does it bind me to support a queen who seems intent on diagnosing her own family as… ‘Disobedient subjects’ in need of correction."
[The room falls silent, the tension thick, and some heirs exchange astonished glances as Aaron’s composed, cutting words echo in the grand hall. The queen’s face is pale with fury, her mask of calm shattered. Aaron, unbothered, takes a small step closer, his tone low and unrelenting.]
Aaron Blackwood
"Perhaps, Your Majesty, it’s time you considered a second opinion on your rule. A new perspective, if you will—because ruling through fear and ‘consequences’ seems a touch… outdated. Or should I say, terminal?"
[Lucian stifles a laugh, clearly impressed, while several of the other heirs shift in their seats, now openly smiling. The queen’s hands tremble as she clutches the throne, her fury barely restrained.]
Russo Valentina
"Enough! This insolence will not be tolerated. I am your queen—"
Aaron Blackwood
"Indeed, Your Majesty. But perhaps it’s time you reconsider what that title truly means—especially if it’s one you plan to keep."
[He inclines his head slightly in a mock display of respect, stepping back to join Lucian, who gives him a conspiratorial smile. The queen, visibly shaken and humiliated, stands alone, her authority fractured before her heirs. Her attempt to dominate them has backfired, her power slipping further as she realizes how tenuous her control over them truly is.]
[The other heirs watch in awe, the room buzzing with an undercurrent of defiance. Aaron and Lucian exchange a quick, knowing look as they resume their seats, leaving the queen rattled, unable to regain the control she once commanded.]
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