"And the worst part was being thrown to the front lines as a grand commander," Petar continued, his voice trembling with years of suppressed rage. "You probably sat up here, naive as always, thinking he was doing me a favor! That he was handing me a position of power! But all I saw was a bloody excuse. He meant to dispose of me, Magnus! He wanted me slaughtered on the frontlines so he wouldn't have to dirty his own hands!"
Petar raised a gauntleted finger, pointing it viciously at Magnus's face, shaking his head in disgust.
"And even now... sitting on his chair, wearing his crown... you still choose to act ignorant. You pretend to be completely unaware of the reality standing right in front of you."
"You claim you don't want this throne," Petar said, his voice dropping into a tense, measured quiet as he extended his blood-stained gauntlet toward Magnus. "Now you have an opportunity right in front of you. Hand the throne to me."
