"I want my son to be the next king." Kyungsoo frowned from his spot behind the door; from what he knew, Prince Taemin was the King's only son. And Prince Taemin was, well, dead. Royal General Do seemed to think the same, as he tried to protest. "But, Your Majesty-" "I want my son to be the next king," the monarch repeated, a hint of annoyance in his voice now. "At any costs. Did you understand?" "Yes, Your Majesty."