Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Uh . . . final spar?” Keefe asked. “I think we’re going to need a
little more explanation.”
Bo’s glare had Keefe stumbling back a step. “In our world, our
supreme leader isn’t chosen by birth or inheritance. They’re chosen by
victory. And whenever the current ruler steps aside—or perishes—all
of the top warriors who wish to take over must spar to the death.
Whoever’s left standing becomes the new king or queen, thereby
earning the respect of the people and eliminating all possible
usurpers.”
“I suppose that’s one way to do it,” Tarina said, mostly under her
breath.
“And my king knows that Romhilda can’t—”
“IT’S RO!” she shouted, whipping her dagger at his head.
Bo knocked it away with his sword—along with the next dagger.
And the one after that.
“You’re proving your father’s point! He knows if we spar, I will end
you. But as my wife, there’s no need for you to compete. You can be
queen by my victory—and give our world the two strongest fighters as
leaders.”
“Or you can be king by my victory,” Ro countered, “which is why I
agreed to the arrangement. Then you’ll still be alive to handle the
army since I find soldiers annoying. And I’ll rule the people.”
“Aw, isn’t this the most romantic thing you’ve ever heard?” Keefe
asked Sophie. “Really hits you in the feels. A love story for the ages.”
“I told you,” Bo growled. “Love has no part in this. And it’s far
better that way. A king needs a clear head and unbiased judgment.
Love only gets in the way. And if you don’t believe me, why don’t you
ask Ro about Cadfael?”