Isabel, standing behind Iver, gently patted him on the shoulder and leaned close to his ear. "Mr. King really doesn't seem to know... He's so pitiful."
You really called him King.
Do you know that you're Her Highness the Princess?
Iver raised an eyebrow but kept his complaint to himself.
He merely leaned close to Isabel's ear as well and whispered back, "What, do you want to pardon him?"
"He still has a daughter to support... I feel like that part was true. He really regrets it. I also don't know what Minister Drost is doing."
Isabel felt pity for him. But she still retained her reason.
So she whispered back again, "Help me, Iver... How can we save him without harming Avalon's interests?"
"As you wish, Your Highness."
The corner of Iver's mouth lifted slightly as he whispered in profile, "Leave it to me."
Since Iver put it that way, it must be fine.
Isabel immediately felt reassured. She rose and stepped back twice, moving level with Lily. She indicated that she would no longer interfere in the matter.
Iver turned back and narrowed his eyes at the King. That single look placed tremendous pressure on him.
It was a good thing that Her Highness the Princess wanted to become a benevolent queen.
As Iver's social ties were basically all bound to Avalon, he naturally hoped that the future queen—his immediate superior—would be a kind and benevolent person. He would not discourage this positive direction in her growth.
If Avalon truly needed some less benevolent measures, if it needed a little ruthlessness and a thick face with a dark heart... wasn't he still there?
All he needed was for familiar developments like "Iver, I'm the queen!" or "Isabel, you'll regret this!" not to happen...
Fulfilling Isabel's request was actually