When Strelitzia returned to the room, James was cleaning up the many cups of tea sitting on top of the table, and Cleo was long gone. "I heard you went to save your brother?"
"The councilmen want to put Ja'ule back on the throne." Her lips pressed into a thin line.
James scoffed and sat down at the table within their room. "Back on the throne? I suspect they want someone else outside of Ja'ule. I may not know how to read, but I've heard even councilmen can sit on the throne if the king nor his heirs are fit."
Strelitzia moved to join him at her usual spot across from him. She rested her head against the table, eyes closing in thought. "That would never happen. Ja'ule is still alive, Ray'ven is still out there, and Bynx is trying his hardest. I know it matters but I don't want to talk about that right now." Politics made her head hurt. All she wanted was to run away to their cabin and live her own life.