[Lavinia's POV]
"Do you want to forgive him?" Papa asked, his voice calm and regal, like he hadn't just dropped an emotional bomb into my lap.
…I blinked.
Wait. What!?
Why was I being asked this? Is Papa crazy?
I turned to stare up at him—His Majesty Emperor Cassius Devereux, Slayer of Kingdoms, Breaker of Spines, and Keeper of My Favorite Blankets—and tried to process what he just said.
And not just him.
The entire room.
Nobles. Generals. Grandpas. Knights. Theon. EVERYONE was staring at me like I was supposed to deliver some divine verdict.
Now…
…Is everyone crazy here?
They want a decision—from me? A four-year-old?
I looked around the great golden hall. The chandeliers sparkled. The nobles looked like they were holding their breath. The knights stood at full attention.
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Yup. I GUESS THEY ARE.
Meanwhile, Baron Vaun was still sobbing on his knees, looking like a squashed cabbage.
