She reached out and took hold of Vael’s hands.
“Ashenveil requires a sovereign who is physically present there. Someone who actually treads upon its defensive walls. Someone who intimately knows its residents. A ruler who can preside over its judicial court, command its line of warriors, and oversee the restoration of its shattered pack lands. I am entirely incapable of functioning as that type of leader from a distance of five hundred miles away while living on top of a barren rock. You are fully capable of doing it. In fact, you are doing it at this very moment. Because of that, I am not asking you to merely look after the kingdom on my behalf until I make a return. I am explicitly informing you that the realm is entirely yours. You are not a temporary regent. You are the Queen. Adopt t
