“Do you want me to step out and say that I’m on your side?” I asked, suspiciously.
“Not exactly,” the smile widened, matching the Cheshire cat’s, “one time would clearly be not enough. You need steady support so that your name becomes associated with my reign. So I’m offering you something more. I’m offering you a throne.”
“Uh… what?” I didn’t understand. “Are you giving me your place? And why did you set all this in motion—shifting the king and all that?”
“No, not in that sense,” Rezerul’d said, annoyed at my slow comprehension. “I’m offering you the Queen’s throne! You won’t have to handle state affairs—at most, you’ll attend balls and appear on the grand balcony during festivities. Isn’t a life worthy of the Last Paladin and the Chosen, don’t you think?”