'hmm...this is getting tricky, if he chooses mother, all's ok but if he chooses father, then I would have no choice but to take over this country, pretty bold of me to say such things but it needs to be done, whatever the cost. Can't let anybody interrupt in this.' Atlas thought.
The king looked around the meeting hall, gazing at all of his lords and all of them looking at him for the final decision. Their eyes showing their patience for his answer and their brow full of sweat, the noise of foot ticking on the floor was not a song for his ears but he neither commented nor stopped it. As he was also feeling the same pressure, he knew what his fellow lords were going through.
He recalled his decision and the firmness he showed to the enchanting Ms. Bela but in his mind, he started doubting
