Perhaps my time right now should be focused on preparing for the funeral or even for my coronation, though I cannot find myself willing to focus on death, on my new life.
I always knew father would die now, in the way he did - slowly, oh so slowly - but it just seemed to me a vision that wasn't yet reality. I prepared myself as best as I could, though now, everything seems worthless. I used to feel so sure of my future, though I find instability creeping in.
I will not let it show.
I must at least hold myself together, even if I do have the comfort of the thick black the entire kingdom will be adorning for the upcoming weeks. I have proven strength already in combat and military, though to rule a kingdom is something different entirely.
For now, I can hope to survive.