Aria: The Kingdom's Mind
Foot by foot, Ronan moved ahead a little.
"Your Majesty," he began, calm on the surface but with a hush moving underneath - interest, perhaps eagerness, creeping in, "should that truly be so…"
For a moment, he stopped - checking if it was too much - before speaking again
"May we ask which queen will oversee which ministry?"
A shadow of a grin pulled at Leon's mouth - no humor there, no sarcasm either, just quiet recognition. As if the moment had arrived right on schedule.
"That is exactly what I was about to announce."
Forward he moved, slow, measured, settling into the seat. His arm lay stretched along the gilded side, hand relaxed where the snake patterns curled like breath under skin. Sunlight cut through the tall glass above, hitting the stones set deep in the metal - they flashed, broke apart, sent slivers dancing over his cheekbones. Every spark seemed to pull his stare tighter, brighter, those pale gold irises fixed, unblinking.
