Leon's POV
After Myrcella finished delivering everything she needed to say through the announcement, the room fell into a kind of quiet that didn't feel empty.
She turned her head slightly and looked at me.
There was a short pause before she spoke again, like she was making sure she didn't mess up whatever she was about to say next.
"I know I will never compare to the ideal monarch you all have in your head," she said. "I know for a fact that I won't become the kind of ruler people imagine when they think of a perfect king. I won't be special. I'm not even going to try to become that."
That kind of honesty wasn't something you heard often.
Most people in her position would try to sound bigger than they actually were. They'd talk like they could do everything, fix everything, and be everything. She wasn't doing that.
Instead, she was setting the tone early.
