"Yes, of course... Surely my father would allow it." The prince agreed. The king was terribly ill; A cure could not be found, and the healers could do nothing. "I will speak with him." The royal teen stood up and walked his way to his father's chambers, silent the whole time. Quietly, they entered.
He inched his way to the king's bedside. "Father, how do you fair?" The son asked with the gentleness of a lamb. "Oh, I' alright...." The said in a creaky, quiet voice. "It's our and the other kingdom that I fear for the well-being of...." The majesty paused for a momment. "...Tell me, have I done something wrong in my years of leadership? Could I have offended the bond we shared between are kingdoms?" He asked. "No, father! Of course not! There must be an explaination for this!" The prince reasoned.
"Rothuel.... While I am ill, I can do little for my country. It is not a matter of if I die, it's when.... And when I do, you will take responsibilities of a king. You must be ready for that.... For the fate of not just yours, but other kingdoms may rest in your hands..." His highness looked over to the women in the room. "Please... Keep him safe, don't let him get into trouble...." The king gave a weak smile that faded quickly. He looked back at his son. "I am sending people to deal with this. Until then, rest well..."