Deadly silence fills the room as Zachary looks at the elders with hardened jaws. Putting down the paper, he leans back to speak.
“ So this was the important business you all wanted to discuss? You all think I can’t work-”
Cherilyn interrupts. Gathering enough courage to speak on everyone's behalf.
“ Your Highness, please. Don’t get us wrong. You are the greatest of Kings this council has ever had. We are with you. But we are also obligated to think about the common people. Moon goddess forbids that if something were to happen to you, countless wars would break out worldwide. There will be chaos and bloodshed. All that we ask is for you to give us the name of a successor-”
“ My blood will be my successor, Cherilyn! My father gave me this position, and I must hand it over to my child -”
