"Your Majesty, you have not said a word about it. Your wedding is tonight, and the council is wondering why it has been postponed for so long. Even today, we hope it will not be delayed any further."
A figure sat lazily in his seat, surrounded by several elderly men. One of them finally spoke up, his tone laced with concern.
"We have to take this seriously. We'll be needing an heir—a heir we can train—as you and your wife move forward. We'll also be expecting more heirs in the future."
The figure said nothing. He simply sat there, quietly scribbling on the paper as if nothing had happened—as if none of it concerned him at all, as if they weren't talking seriously about the future of the company.
The hall fell silent, waiting for his response.
He finally raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the room. His expression was bored, distant, as if to say, Are you all done, or do you have more to babble about? That was the exact look he wore—blank and disinterested.
