His voice is pained, "I do not want it, Queen Namora."

Stopping just shy of the edge of the forest, she turns to him; hesitantly, she reaches her hand out and touches his cheek before letting it fall back to her side, "And because of that, you are the only person worthy of it." He gazes into her eyes, his longing for her evident. She swallows hard, dropping her view down to his slender chest, "Irving, I will not force you into this, but you must trust me when I say that you are the only one with the power to change that country into a good place. I'd like...