I didn’t think about being king,” he said, his voice hoarse.Eddis stared. “Your capacity to land yourself in a mess because you didn’t think first, Eugenides, will never cease to amaze me. What do you mean you didn’t think about being king? Is Attolia going to marry you and move into my library?
I am not sure I trust you.You can trust me with your life, My King.But not with my wine, obviously. Give it back.
If I am the pawn of the gods, it is because they know me so well, not because they make my mind up for me.
He didn’t marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.