Karena stared at her husband with a confused expression; "What do you mean? Alcon is our future kingdom-"
"Is it? Can you guarantee that after my Father passes that I will be the MacArthur that Alcon wants for it's ruler? Can you think of no other that the people would perfer over me?"
Karena's eyes lit up; "Tidas?! But you are the heir! The first born son! Magnus has always said that you and I would rule! It doesn't matter what the commoners want!"
Marco looked over at Draco; "How many people live within Alcon?"
"I believe for the entire kingdom there are one point two million, My King. Nearly half of which reside within and around the capital."
"And how many of those citizens are nobility?" Marco asked as he watched Karena's head whip back and forth.
Maybe twenty-five thousand at most," Draco replied while still in his bowing position.
