Albert XLIX Viglionese was the sole ruler of the Rosewell kingdom. He was pure Viglionese descendant and had been destined to be king since he was born.

The decisions he made were always right. He thought, made decisions, and acted, always kingly and rightfully. Entire kingdoms could belong to him, but there was something lacking in all of this.

He had no siblings, no children, no family. Both parents have died a long time ago. He wasn't even have a wife anymore. His cousin, the duchess, was feeling no more than strangers to Albert.

Lonely had became a common thing. Solitude was destinied for the king.

It had been a long time since Albert accepted that fact. A bitter thing to say, but truth to face, he was alone.

The throne owner had given up his freedom for his beloved kingdom. However, his meeting with the boy at dusk reminded him, again. Reminding him of family, of freedom, of struggle.

Unfortunately, his decision to take the children home from the streets was not well received by the nobles. Letter by letter he received. Some supported, some rejected, and some questioned his decision. Albert understood that the news must have been shocking.

The Duke and Duchess, The Marquises, The Earls, and even Viscounts were summoned by him to Voxford, the capital city of Rosewell. The King needed to meet them. Introducing the child he had adopted, and straightening everything out. They were gathered in a room.

There was one family head with the title of duke, three with the title of marquis, two with the title of earl, and four with the title of viscount. Albert had read their letters one by one, and he would rather meet them than reply with another piece of paper.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Albert opened his voice. Within that room, ten heads of noble families were there. "I am giving you the opportunity to ask what you have thought."

Firstly, the room was all behaved. The nobles spoke their opinions. But soon, the differences were seen very clearly.

Some spoke about the agreements, some spoke of disagreements, some even said they would just follow. The very heat soon rose, between those who agree and not.

"What ridiculousness is this, Your Majesty ?!"

"Please stop this joke, Your Majesty!"

Every words soon came to him like a hurricane. They all talked about his interests, but Albert couldn't hear anything. Aspirations were conveyed with burning emotions.

Yet it wasn't strange, they had a position to protect. Previously, the heir to the throne was an empty space. Any noble child could have had it. But now, The King was having an adopted child. It posed a threat to that position.

Ron, the adviser to the king, was at the old man's side. He clapped his hands twice, calming the arguing nobles like wild animals.

"Gentlemen," he said. "Please calm down. Your Majesty will listen one by one."

The situation calmed down again. However, the tension was still filling the air. It was as if they were going to kill each other. Respectively for their politics.

Everyone knew the Marquis of Wallowdale wanted to take the crown once the King died, but now that had become impossible. Across from Wallowdale, the Marquis of Gutham was a mortal enemy. He knew that if they used the meritocracy, Wallowdale would get the throne. For the tax of Wallowdale was the highest income for the Kingdom.

So the King's choice to adopt child was most favorable to him at the moment. At least, Wallowdale was far from the throne. The Marquis of Wallowdale was the first to raise his voice then.

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"This is a ridiculous decision, Your Majesty. I think you need to reconsider."

"My deepest apologies, Your Excellency, but I agree with him. Your decision sounds ridiculous," said the Marquis of Olitmont.

"Gentlemen," said a Viscount from Northwich. "Did you just imply that the King's decision was a mistake?"

"No, not so," said the Marquis. "I'm just saying, His Majesty needs to reconsider. Adopting a child with an unclear background is certainly dangerous. He could have been sent to be a spy for this kingdom."

"However, if His Majesty has decided to adopt the child as a son, you should not question The King's decision, sir," The Marquis of Gutham replied, "besides, what's wrong about His Majesty having children?"

"You are misunderstanding here, Sir," replied an Earl of Gloucester. His eyes were filled with ambition, even though he seemed too relaxed. He finally opened his voice, "it's not about taking children."

"Then what do you mean?" asked a Viscount.

They all stared at each other. Exchanging gazes. The aristocrats that had gathered had been divided into three opinions. There were those who support the King's decision, some were against it, some had no aspirations, just follow the King's wishes.

Some were seen knitting their brows in confusion, some jwere ust sitting quietly, sighing, and various expressions carried out.

"I believe, we are not here against the King's decision to take children," continued the Earl, "however, Your Majesty, it is an unwise decision to take mud off the streets."

The Earl's statement shocked everyone in the room. They could hardly believe what they had heard. Too bold of a statement. Even more surprising was the King's calmness. The man seemed to have been waiting for that sentence. It was as if he already knew what words would come against him.

However, the reaction of the Marquis of Gutham was different from the others. They all refrained from doing anything extravagant, a different story with the big man from Gutham. He slammed the table with his palm, creating an incredibly loud sound, echoing throughout the room.

"What did you just say, Count?!" said The Marquis, "how presumptuous your mouth is to the King!"

His face was burning with emotion. He no longer held back or maintained modesty. His hand barely touched the collar of Earl of Gloucester's clothing. The Marquis of Gutham could not believe how one could call a child so.

This was not only insulting the kid, but it also insulted the king. He nearly finished off the Earl.

"Mr Theo of Gutham!" snapped a Viscount of Lystrasia opening a voice, "please calm down!"

"Lower your voice in front of me! You think since you just got promoted from Baron you can now stand on equal footing with me, Viscount?"

Albert couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

He was massaging his forehead in this extremely troublesome situation.

"Gentlemen," Albert finally opened his voice again, "didn't I say I gave you a chance to ask questions? I don't remember saying anything about arguing."

Albert leaned back. He looked one by one from each of the nobles present. The old man did not understand, which sentence from him was difficult to understand. The King sighed, and the nobles fell into silence.

A Viscount ventured to raise his hand. There was something he needed to ask. Something that everyone forgot all along.

"Your Highness, if I may know, what is the reason for you to bring this child whom you call Darius home?"

Albert's lips curved. He smiled a little. Pretty good question for him. Immediately, they fell silent. If you remember, they don't know why.

"He is tough, smart enough, and mature for a child of his age. He will be of use to this kingdom."

That excuse sounded ridiculous. Although toughness was the king's excuse, the nobles still failed to see what an orphan was good at. Unclear past, unclear goals.

"However, Your Highness, wouldn't it be dangerous to take a child you don't know where it came from?" asked the Marquis of Wallowdale.

Now he had a calmer demeanor than before. Once again, Albert sighed. However, he was calmer than before. The advisor did not say anything else.

"I understand your concern, gentlemen," replied the king, "however, it seems that all of you have misunderstood."

The king rested his hand by his side. He looked at all of them seriously. There was something he needed to straighten out. Maybe what he should straighten out from the beginning of the meeting.

"I did have him become a son, yes. However, I never said he would be the heir to the throne."

Thus, a little relief filled the interior of the room. Those, who had an interest in the throne, still had a chance now. The declaration was the end of the king's meeting.

"Please return back to your respectable area and please continue your great work."