"This is the man who will fill the King's shoes. Such reckless acts and worthless obsessions! Leave it, I say, my Prince! We advise you for the better before you are finally unable to fill your father's shoes."
"You all talk a bit much, ministers. There is no need to concern yourself. I shall take care of my matters." He stood up to leave but then stopped himself, as though remembering something. He turned back and looked around,
"As for filling my father's shoes, you need not worry. I am entirely different, for I don't wear the same shoes as my father does."
With that, Eric swiftly turned about and walked out of the room, his footsteps distantly echoing through the cream and gold marble floor. The men sitting across the round gold table stared aghast at his exit. It was high disrespectful for the younger man to leave before seeking a request from the King or anyone older than him. And it was too drastic of an act to defy the rule of the King in the room.
