Gently stroking Emma's soft white hair, Erik looked at Zohran with a lazy smirk. "Yes, actually. It's a very comfortable seat, especially after expending all that effort saving your asses."
Zohran's smirk quickly faltered, his body flinching slightly.
But Erik didn't wait for a response. He cocked an eyebrow. "It actually makes me wonder why none of you took it for yourself." He waved his hand at the triangular table standing at the foot of the throne. He'd seen this setup when he came here last, and it was obviously intended for sharing power equally.
"Did you never consider seeing who was the strongest among you three and having them take the throne?" he asked, cocking a curious eyebrow. "I find it surprising that three people stylising themselves as allied warlords wouldn't have the ambition for such a thing, even if you three get along quite well."
Astrid watched their exchange lazily, leaning back in a chair as she continued eating.
