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Zenith walked into the courtroom, his hands intertwined behind him and his face morphed into a blank look.

The Seven Elders stepped back as they bowed, "Your Highness." They chorused.

He sat on the throne and Mathias stood next to him. "And to what do I owe this urgent request?" He asked them, his eyes fixed on them.

Elder Povah, as usual, stepped out and gave him a slight bow. "It is concerning the 'chaos' that happened earlier today, Your Highness." He started.

Zenith watched him closely. He knew they would bring this up and he was expecting them to.

"I think it is high time you put the clan's peace into consideration and get married to Princess Griselda. If you do this, we may be able to ask Lionel for some doctors which would help in -"

"I don't need Lionel's doctors for the treatment of my people." Zenith cut in, his fist clenching as he rose up and got down from the throne. "The doctors that are in my palace are enough. And why do you think Lionel will give us his doctors after a