"I'm sorry your highness, the Crown Prince Rowan Nightshade, but I'm afraid that there is nothing I can do for the High King but to wait and see if the High King will wake up." The young royal physician murmurs softly, a saddened look on his face as he glanced upwards at the Crown Prince, a young man with sharp midnight black eyes, short and slightly ruffled silvery hair that shines like silk, who wears an ocean blue formal suit that has golden intricate designs on the sleeves and the suit itself, similar coloured cape that was draped over his broad shoulders, and his favourite midnight-blue boots that helps with blending into the night. The Crown Prince nodded, a small frown on his lips, feeling a wave of sadness washed over him, knowing that he has a lot of regrets and one of them was this, the last time he had ever seen his father and the realization that he will not be able to apologize for the things that he had done, the running away of his home when he was younger, the misinformation of his whereabouts when he left Serendell to see the world. A tear trailed down the young Crown Prince's face, knowing things will never be the same again without his ever-supportive father by his side.

"I'm sorry your highness, I will leave you some space for you to say your farewells." The royal physician said softly and concernedly before leaving, leaving the Crown Prince alone in the room to say farewell to the High King, his father. The Crown Prince knelt beside the corpse of his father, tears trailing down his cheeks as he thought of the past with his father, the happiness he had shared with him, and he lowered his head onto his father's defined chest, paled due to death, and sobbed brokenly, letting the tears fall onto his father's chest.

"I'm sorry father....If only....I had never left....If only I had never said those things to you, then this would not have happened...."

The young Crown Prince gently kissed the back of his father's cold hand in farewell, sparks appearing from the body of the High King, and for a moment he stared, eyes wide in wonder at the silvery whisps that came out of his father's body before his expression turned into one of pain, of mourning, and he gently picked up the handful of shimmery glitter, what's left of his father, and placed it in the ceremonial jar, eyes shining in pain and sadness as he gently held the jar.

"Rek shiel kuce, Fadrir. (Rest in peace, Father.)" The Crown Prince whispered softly before he left his father's chambers, tears falling freely from his face as he strode past the various maids that were near the room, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing emotions that threatens to overwhelm him, as he strode to the meeting chambers where the royals of other kingdoms in Serendell were convening, and he tapped on the table hard, the sound echoing throughout the meeting chambers, silencing the royals.

"Call your advisors. It is time to announce the new High King of Serendell. Ma áine sepa widr eipal lab. (May Aine be with us all.)" The Crown Prince said before leaving the chambers, leaving the royals who looked at the Crown Prince worriedly, stumbling against each other to get ready for the inauguration of the Crown Prince.