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“Ephraim, a good king? You’d make a good jester, Sister.” Innes pauses in his rhythmic firing to turn to Tana. “He sleeps instead of listening to the tutors and drools all over his textbooks. His only talents are in warfare and tactics.”
“Hmph. It’s true that we share those strengths.” He draws the bow methodically, releasing the arrow with an exhale. “But our similarities end there. I have been studying to succeed Father since almost the day I have been born, despite innumerable difficulties and setbacks. In the ways of ruling, no man can be carried by his natural talent. A man like Ephraim has no chance against me.”







