"If you're rebelling, then you must have someone in mind for the throne. Who?" Bran pointed across the table at Shevraeth. "He seems to want to do it, and I have to say, he'd be better at it than I." "No, he wouldn't," I said without thinking. Bran winced and rubbed his chin. "Mel..." "Please, my dear Lord Branaric," the Prince murmured. "Permit the lady to speak. I am interested to hear her thoughts on the matter." Rude as I'd been before, my response had shocked even me, and I hadn't intended to say anything more. Now I sneaked a peek at the Marquis, who just sat with his goblet in his fingers, his expression one of mild questioning."