Long enough to quit brooding, she might've teased. Instead, she's listening with a painful attentiveness, and the more she hears, the more her brows furrow. They've quite the timing to be discussing this in the midst of a new world, surrounded by strangers. But maybe the timing is perfect for it, because there are no wars or preparations to make, nothing to busy themselves with in a bid to avoid mulling over it for too long.

"Why? Why wouldn't you have a right?"

Unconsciously, she shifts with him. "What if I was queen of nothing?"