Your Majesty's money, why don't you engrave my name on it?

The barbarian from East Inassus sat on a throne that did not belong to him. The mercenary who was paid for the job turned a coin between his fingers. The side with the bust of Reslaufer turned over, and together with the king's supporter, he looked down at the downtrodden nobles who came to meet him.
"Let me ask you, are you my next Majesty?"