The Crown Prince recovered first.
His eyes narrowed, and his voice sharpened.
"Mother," he said, "I do not think you understand where you are standing."
He leaned forward slightly, every word measured and cold.
"A person who speaks carelessly while standing on the edge of a cliff should not be surprised when the ground gives way beneath them. Choose your words with caution."
The queen ignored the warning as though Gideon's words were no more than the evening breeze brushing against her robes.
She looked only at Caleb Crescent.
"I believe it would be best if you remain hidden for one more year," she said. "Once our work is complete, you can return and take your throne. At that time, I will accept whatever punishment you choose to impose upon me."
Gideon's brows drew together.
"What are you planning, Mother?"
There was genuine unease in his voice now.
The queen's expression did not change.
