"Are you really planning on letting the capital fall?" I pressed, shifting the topic. For a reigning king to abandon his own capital—it was bold, almost reckless. That kind of move would be like declaring he'd given up on the kingdom. If word got out, it wouldn't be long before the citizens would rise up, attempting a coup or maybe even pushing to turn the kingdom into a republic. There were countless ways this could end badly.
"As King, I honestly don't want to," my father replied, his tone dismissive. "But it's not exactly my responsibility right now. Maybe I'll deal with it tomorrow morning."
"There is no tomorrow morning, Father. It's now or never," I insisted, my voice firm.
Captain Angelica had told me that the cult wanted nothing less than the eradication of light itself, to make the dawn as dark as nightfall. My father couldn't afford to stay indifferent.
"It's already late," he replied, sighing. "Can't you see I'm in bed, about to rest?"
