The crown princess Yuffie walked down the quiet corridor.
This was the path to the king's room.
Upon entering, she saw the old king sitting in a chair by a window that looked out over the royal city. Even at this late hour, he was still awake.
The old king seemed to have anticipated Yuffie's arrival.
He showed no surprise at the sound of footsteps behind him.
Yuffie was the first to speak, "Father, I will inform the other nobles and ministers that you have suddenly fallen ill and will not be able to attend the banquet tomorrow before the arrival of the envoy."
"Is this your final act of kindness?" The old king shook his head.
He then turned around, his slightly cloudy eyes from old age gazing upon Yuffie, his eldest daughter.
