'Is your life only meant to please Father?'
'Mostly, yes. But I prefer living up to his expectations—unlike you, who rebels for reasons no one understands.'
'I'm not rebellious. I just prefer doing my own thing.'
'Exactly. You're a prince—you should uphold that image for our people.'
'Yeah, I think they've had enough of that from you.'
'You're so selfish.'
'Maybe that's what I was meant to be.'
They walk silently through the garden, lost in their own thoughts. A guard approaches from behind and kneels.
'Your Highnesses, the King has summoned you.'
'What is it? Is everything okay?'
'I don't know, my Prince. I was simply sent to summon you.'
They quickly follow the guard to the chamber, where the King lies on a massive bed that seems too big for him.
'Father, is something wrong?'
'Yes,' he wheezes, coughing violently. 'I think the sickness is getting worse.'
'So, the medication isn't working?' Erling snaps, glaring at the doctors gathered around the bed.
