Prince Aziz drummed his fingers onto the table beside him as he listened to the elder's whine about his choice of wife. The elders had said what it was that they wanted, so much so that his stepmother and siblings were silent.
"My prince, I beg of you to reconsider your stance on this woman; she is not worthy to be the queen of Hamidin!" The eldest and perhaps wisest elder stood up and pointed his index finger at Prince Aziz. The prince did not seem fazed by the elder's tantrum, so he simply looked at the older man from head to toe.
Prince Aziz stood from his seat, and the entire family went still, sensing that the prince was about to say something that would change the face of the kingdom.
"Thank you for your input, and I respect your decision, but has it occurred to you that I am next
