"So you've come to kill me, my son?"
Cornel nodded, confirming.
"May I hear your reason?" asked the King.
"War is coming, and any mistake could lead to our destruction by our enemies. As I said before, Gaulunaro is not united; everyone has their own interests. All we can do is try to reach a consensus, forcing them to unite.
But I can't do it. I'm not the King, and I don't have the ability to command them."
Cornel's voice was indifferent. He had long settled on his decision, and nothing could sway him.
"Father, you are now the King of Gaulunaro, yet you are plagued by illness. Continuing this way will only delay the efficiency of our war, and you might be manipulated by ministers and nobles to make choices detrimental to us.
All I can do is formally establish royal authority before the outbreak of war, or your death during wartime would be a severe blow to our morale, potentially igniting a power struggle."
