"As king, do I not have the right to decide whose head my crown should be placed upon? Do I need to consult Losa on such matters? Am I his feudal lord, or is he mine?"
The young King of Jerusalem, with a hint of smile on his face, came to the pavilion in the garden and sat down, extending a hand to point at the seat opposite.
"You are His Majesty Losa's feudal lord, but he is also a king. I must remind you, according to the law of succession, your heir should be Princess Sibilla's son, even if he is too young to govern, it should be Princess Sibilla who regents. Ignoring the law of succession breeds internal chaos."
Baldwin IV couldn't help but chuckle, "Mr. Urding, you're right that disregarding the law of succession does indeed breed chaos, but I don't think anyone dares cause trouble under Losa's watchful eyes. As long as the throne is his, Jerusalem will never fall into disorder."
