The question put Ria in a bind. It wasn't the kind of question that she spent too much time thinking about. She was still eighteen years old, after all. The future was essentially limitless, and she was just getting accustomed to life outside of the suffocating environment of the Kandrian Empire.
"…I don't know," she admitted. "But I do know what kind of future I don't want."
Her amber eyes sharpened.
"I don't want anything to do with the throne."
Arastia smiled with amusement. "Truly, like father, like daughter."
"Oh, please, I'm nothing like him." She rolled her eyes. "He's so lame."
"He's the greatest Martial Artist and the greatest Emperor in the world." Arastia directed a pointed gaze at her daughter. "Revered as a God in multiple religions, the protector and leader of human civilization into the stars, and the sole Martial Transcendent of human civilization."
