"Would I?" Viktor Pendragon said. "Or do I intend to see that stability enforced, by putting a true blooded monarch back on the throne. By allowing people the foundation that they sorely missed. You, apparently, have opposite intentions. If you have any sort of goodwill at all, you will surrender this crown."
Oliver twisted his lips. The crown still sat firmly in Benjamin's fingers. He didn't like it – he'd discussed it with his advisors before, and the power of a crown on their side, for the sake of the justice that they aimed to enact. It was not something to give up easily.
