"Next in line? There's no heir to the throne. If they've killed the king too, there is no single person that will take the throne. The rule of the land would go to the lord chamberlain for a few months, at most, and then one of the nobles would have to be elevated to the position if a rightful successor to the previous king could not be found." The elf grimaced, then rubbing his chest carefully, avoiding the spot with the arrow, looking down a bit shakily. "That will... likely hurt when pulled out."<br/><br/>He tried to smile as if it was hardly a concern, but the smile was a nervous one. Sighing faintly, he looked at Dahlia at the time, watching her get on the horse and trying to shout up. "The guard of the prince, I doubt he went to town..." Breaking into a cough, the elf trembled and leaned back again.