Ares knocked on the door before walking into the King's chambers. As soon as the King saw him, he smiled slightly.
"You're back" Ares frowned as he noticed the King seemed to be getting worse. No wonder he was rushing the coronation.
"I heard you're going to pass down your crown to James" The King sighed.
"I may not last till next week, Ares. I may not last till when you're ready so I need to pass it down now before I die because if I don't, the Kingdom will be in Chaos" Ares nodded. He understood what it meant if the Kingdom didn't have an appointed King before his father died.
"Has it been announced to the Kingdom that you're making James your Heir?" The King shook his head with furrowed eyebrows.
"No, why?" Ares smiled slightly.
"I'll be your successor" The King's eyes widened.
"You don't mean…." Ares nodded.