Does not Yield But Conquer!

Asher rose, the calmness on his face giving way to a solemn resolve. He looked towards Rowena, his voice steady as he addressed her,

"Your Majesty, I am humbled by your trust," Asher looked at her with a warm smile as he briefly bowed.

Everyone still had their jaws slacked and were baffled by the sudden turn of events as this came out of nowhere.

The consort was only around 22 years old, and his real life experience wasn't even longer than three. Even if they account for him possessing special bloodline instincts and wisdom, could it really be enough to bear the burden of a king?

Just being strong or talented wasn't enough to be a king.

There were a number of opinions forming as they conversed with each other in hushed whispers.

Rowena shifted her gaze to the rest, her piercing gaze commanding silence more effectively than any shout could.