I narrowed my gaze at the king. "I don't know what to say, my King, but you’re hiding something, aren’t you?"

He looks like he's debating on whether he would tell me or not. Then he sighed. "I guess that you have the right to know. But you must not interrupt me when I explain. And please keep your voice low. She might hear us."

"Okay? Know what?"

"Do you ever wonder why the Queen would need someone to choose the future King instead of picking one by herself?" He ...