Everyone nodded solemnly.No ruler could take comfort in the idea of a subject rising to crown themselves, for it challenged the very order of their world.
"That's why it's crucial to raise your children well. One misstep, and everything unravels," one of the kings muttered, his gaze distant.
King Edmund swirled his wineglass and chimed in.
"Well… who could've predicted what would happen with Pasha's former king? He tried so hard to have a child…"
"He should have just chosen a worthy successor from within his own house," another replied. "Still, I can't blame him. The desire to see one's own legacy endure is only human."
The kings drank with conflicted expressions.If securing a lasting legacy were so simple, none of them would be losing sleep over it.After all, their thrones were not theirs alone but a sacred trust, a responsibility bestowed upon them by the Almighty.
