The day after the funeral, Elizabeth had requested her breakfast be served to her in her private chambers … she needed some time to think and didn’t want to be bumping into Daniel in the halls of the castle.
She knew that Daniel was not about to back down from his claim to the throne. It seemed to be true that he had the backing of all the major factions … the Curia and the heads of state and the upper echelon of the country. They had made their position clear by aligning themselves all around her brother at the funeral service. Her safety could be in jeopardy from his powerful allies if she openly challenged Daniel’s succession to the throne. She stopped herself in mid-thought … “Did I say ‘if’? I meant when I challenge his claim to the throne!” She would need to be very care
