<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The only thing audible in the small council room was the chatter of some very nobles lords within the Kingdom of Castillion. They chatted amongst themselves until the interim king, the Crowned Prince Alexander. arrived and took a seat at the head of the table. All the noblemen graced him upon his presence and he flashed them a smile before he rested his elbows and clasped his hand on top of the table now. "Alright, gentlemen, my lords, what have we been discussing?" Alexander asked firmly as Lord Lancaster, who sat directly beside him cleared his throat before speaking. "Well, you see, we were discussing potential queens for you. In order to be king, you'll need a queen beside you, my lord." Alexander turned toward Lord Lancaster with a sly smile upon his face. "You talk as if my father's already dead. He's just gravely ill and will survive this sickness." Lord Adamson then spoke toward Alexander.<br/><br/>"He's in dire need of treatment, my lord. So, we must act now before it's too late." At those words, Alexander stood up and leaned down forward with his hands on the table and eyed every lord in front of him. "Look, I said that he will survive. I prayed to the old gods and the new that he will. They haven't failed me before so I trust that they won't now." He then sat down with a sigh and placed his face into his hand then rested his chin inside of it. "What else do we need to discuss before I call this meeting to adjourn and dismiss you all."<br/><br/>The lords before him looked at each other then shrugged their shoulders at one another before all eyes fell back on him. He smacked his lips together and stood up, dismissing the lords then walked over toward a balcony and looked out into the distance. Alexander stood with his hands clasped behind his back and his ears twitched because of the opening of the door. By the steady footsteps, he knew that it was his most trusted guard, Randolph, as he was now perched behind Alexander. "How's he doing?" He had asked Randolph in a rather somber tone as Randolph sighed and lowered his head, obviously not having the best news. "Not so good, my lord. I'm sorry." Alexander turned heel and faced Randolph, throwing his arms and hands in the air. "Well, the gods have failed me then, now haven't they."<br/><br/>"My lord, there's something else," Randolph said as he took a few paces closer toward Alexander. "We've captured a princess from a neighboring kingdom. We did not recognize the carriage as one of our own. We have her in the throne room and waiting for your discussion on what to do with her." Alexander scoffed as he walked past Randolph, mumbling. "What else can happen today?" It was a rhetorical question as they both headed for the throne room now and two guards were currently holding her by the arms. Alexander's eyes wandered and noticed her colors as he smirked a little. "Ah, Kingdom Westeria, I presume?" He asked the princess with a raised brow then looked to the guards.<br/><br/>"Throw her into the dungeons for now. I'll decide what to do with her later." The guards nodded their heads and turned, taking the princess to the dungeons. "Make sure she is also fed bread and drinking water." He called out then turned back to Randolph and muttered softly. "Take me to see my father." Randolph bowed his head. "Sure, my lord." Randolph said before they started a trek toward where the king was being treated.<br/></span></span>