"What our late father would've wanted?" Tobin parroted as he placed both hands on his throne's arm rest and looked ready to leap out of his seat to attack.
Well, as capable of leaping as Tobin could manage to be.
"It was something His Late Majesty and I discussed on one occasion about five years ago." the viscount said. "I had just returned to his court after finishing my tenure in Islia. You were still a child, Sire, but it was clear to all that your lady mother was no longer of an age to bear more children."
"And the late king offered you the title of Lord Governor?" Celia asked. She was quite sure Antony was lying but wasn't confident she could expose his lie. She'd have to ask some very careful questions to pierce through his cunning facade.
She wasn't convinced she could do it at all.
Then again, she had a greater chance of success with a quiet, measured approach than Tobin with his inevitable screaming fit. So shouldn't she at least try?