"Forgive me, Your Majesty. I didn't mean…"
The King raised his palm, cutting him off. "I know exactly what you mean. Your grandfather is on his way, bringing an army with him. Should I expect you to try and claim the throne while he does?"
Dankin shot to his feet, bowing deeply to the King. "Of course not! I have no intention of…"
"Shush, relax," the King interrupted coldly. "I know you wouldn't dare stand against me. You know well enough that I could order Sunkiath to incinerate the entire House Kalia without hesitation. Just don't make the mistake of rushing to take my place, kid!"
