"I just want to be King." Busodi's eyes fixated solely on the seat behind Samiyi; after decades of longing, he had finally reached the threshold of kingship and there was no way he could give it up.
Samiyi continued to speak, "Busodi, let's talk this through. We're siblings, and I didn't want things to get to this point today. If you could just go back..."
However, Busodi didn't want to hear the rest of Samiyi's words. He laughed arrogantly, "Naïve little girl, without your brother, you're nothing. Don't think you can take your nephew's place. Once your brother dies, both of you will accompany him. Judging by your current state, that old man must not be far from death."
Samiyi clenched her fists, "If you utter one more insult about His Majesty the King, I'll have to take action."
Busodi said dismissively, "What action can you take? I've looked around—the palace is practically empty, you've sent everyone out."
