Loreen's POV
Loreen did not respond at once.
His eyes stayed on his father's face, pale and still against the pillows. For a moment, he wanted to refuse. To say no. To step back and remain just a son standing beside his father's bed.
But he knew better.
This was not something he could delay.
He let out a slow breath and turned away, each step toward the center of the room feeling heavier than the last.
As he moved, his gaze shifted briefly toward the door.
Sairis.
He was still there, standing quietly, watching. For a second, their eyes met.
Then Edgar stepped forward, placing himself in Loreen's path as he carried the king's seal, breaking the moment before it could settle.
"Your highness," Edgar said softly, placing the seal on a small table that had been brought forward.
The high priest stepped closer, holding out the Book of Laws. "Place your right hand here, Prince Loreen," he instructed gently.
