'Yes, but I'm not a Vermont. You are His blood. You are his sister. Who better to take the helm when he is gone? Who better to rule?'
'Ariadne is his child.' She said anticipating Silas answer.
'Precisely. She's a child. Naive and impetuous, ruled by her heart. She would make a terrible ruler.' She did not falter and begins her attack.
'Yet the church declared for her.'
'So did the South' Silas added.
'Isn't that testament to her abilities? Why should I contest her claim?' Silas sighed. It seems Adriana is testing him.
'The church declared for her because she is easy to manipulate. The South declared for her because of her relations with most of the Southron high lords because of her mother lineage and ancestry. The other high lords declared for her…because they are afraid. Afraid of disappearing in this new world.'
'Hmmm.' Adriana sighed as she takes another sip. Besides her, her fiancé is smiling with pride.