Matthew knelt down beside the bed and stared at his father. "I bet you'd be surprised to see me here. I didn't even want to come back until I found out you were ill... I don't even want to be King if you die, and if you do die I have no idea what I'd do..." Matthew stayed silent for a moment. "I mean... You know Break, right...? Well... Uh... I might kind of like him. But, I think mother would freak out if she found out..." He stayed silent again, then sighed. "It's hopeless, I'm just talking to myself..."
The Queen stared at him for a moment. "Why are you even insisting this for my son? You have no right to decide what my son wants. He might be stubborn, but he has royal blood in his veins, and he is prince. I would consider him not being king if we had another son or daughter, but we don't."
"You know what you are? Selfish. I've done nothing but sacrifice to get us here, and what have you sacrificed? Nothing. Zero. All you've done is boss me around - well now who's the boss? Who's the boss? It's me."