“No, Kinza,” he said, looking at her. “I just think that you’ll make a great queen.” It was true. Even if she had no idea what she was doing, she always tried to help. She seemed to have a larger capacity for compassion than anyone else he had ever met.
She gave a warped little half-smile as they got in the car. “Assuming I ever figure out this coronation thing. Mr. Clark said that he wasn’t going to align with either of us. He said that I had no experience and I didn’t have a plan, and he’s not wrong.” She stared at the ceiling of the car. “Why can’t they just ditch the whole ‘passing of the barrier’ from one monarch to another tradition and just decide that I’m queen?”
Traffic was lighter now as Zaid pulled onto the freeway. “Probably because we still need to deal with the barrier rega
