Looking at the suddenly radiant old King, Prince William did not show any surprise.
It was as if it was supposed to be this way.
The Half-Elf King, brushing off his previous weakened state, spoke in a powerful voice, asking Prince William:
"What do you think about your younger brother's upcoming marriage to the Northern Duke's adopted daughter?"
"I will abide by your arrangements," Prince William lowered his head, as if he dared not look into his father's eyes.
The fact that Topaz, the second son, was marrying the Northern Duke's adopted daughter, apparently made Prince William, the eldest son, uncomfortable.
Yet, Prince William dared not voice his discontent.
"I'm asking about what you think!" The Half-Elf King seemed unwilling to let his eldest son off the hook easily.
"I... I have no opinion..."
"Wham!"
The scepter in the old king's hand swung down swiftly, slamming heavily onto Prince William's knee.
