Michael gently placed the delicate porcelain teacup back onto the table, his gaze lifting to meet the Supreme Queen's.
He studied her with an intensity that bordered on disbelief, a flicker of amusement playing on his lips.
"Why would you willingly relinquish all your power... to me?" he asked, his voice a low murmur tinged with mild confusion.
""I have already laid bare my reasons to you, Michael."" The queen replied, her golden eyes unwavering.
"True," Michael conceded, leaning back slightly in his chair. "But I remain unconvinced. There must be a deeper motive, a hidden truth behind this extraordinary proposition. I will not accept your power and your position if you do not offer me complete transparency." His tone was firm, leaving no room for further evasion.
