Oberon was seated on his throne, the three elders before him.
"Good day to you my elders," he cleared his throat, "I know i have called for a meeting without notice, but here is the reason," he paused waiting to see a reaction before he continued.
Their expressions were unreadable, so he continued, "I am finally handing the throne over to my son," he dropped the bomb.
Thier jaws dropped, "What? To Archi?" Icarus managed to ask.
"Who else would it be if not my son?" He gave him a sour look.
"That is the point your majesty, we- can not trust him yet," Roshan spoke up.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Oberon blinked.
"If he almost ki-" Zephyr tried saying.
"Do not bring up that subject again!" He quickly cut him off.
"Your majesty, that is the truth," Icarus sighed.
"He is my son. I know him, more than you do," there was a gleam of pride in his eyes.
