In the following days, the king drifted in and out of consciousness, coughing and wheezing as his condition worsened. The young prince refused to leave his side. Those last days with his father were the ones that he would always lovingly remember. The walls that had stood between them were long gone and they spoke as though discovering each other for the first time.
A period of mourning for the king was allowed before the kingdom resumed its activities. Uncertainties were roaming around about whether Jas was ready to rule or not. Mainly in Jas's own head. He had barely allowed himself to think about the future until it was staring him in the face.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
He looked up to see the Grand Duke. He was slow and deliberate.
"There are matters of the kingdom that must be attended to. Your coronation, the knighting, executions."
He sat on the smaller throne. It didn't seem right to replace his father so soon. But that was perhaps the cruelest thing about death: life went on.
"But if you are not up to the task, mi'lord, I could carry on now for you as I did for your father."
"No!" he leaped up.
"Are you sure, Your Highness?"
"I will do what has to be done."
"Very well, sire."
He took the papers and began reading.
"An execution? You said? So soon? Take me there at once!"
"It is just another scoundrel, your majesty, you need not concern yourself."
"My father would have wanted mercy."
"Your father is gone, your majesty."
"Do not make me repeat myself!"
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