William arched a brow. "The girl could take my damned legitimacy if she felt she could rule. I'm hardly bloodthirsty for a throne."
It was true, though he'd not voiced it until now. The throne seemed less of a gift and more of a curse the more time he spent in King's Landing. It was tearing his life apart.
"As to your sister, I apologize deeply. No harm was ever meant to either of them, and the trauma she's suffered has weighed heavily on the hearts of the royal family."