"Mum, how long are we going to wait for father's useless son's corpse to be found? I'm starting to lose my patience!" Matthias ruffled his hair in frustration, he really hated this situation.
"Calm down, dear, you have to calm down. Control yourself, you should not be like this. Just be patient," Grace gently rubbed her favourite son's shoulder.
"Brother, victory is in sight, you mustn't spoil it with your impatience, I'm sure sooner or later father will announce that you will be his successor. Take it easy, it's better now, you prepare yourself for the coronation ceremony. You can start by preparing the text of the speech when Father hands over his scepter and mantle to you. How about that?" Ameyra glanced at her older brother.
Grace, her mother smiled slightly and nodded in agreement
