Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1477

"Then, what do you plan to do now, Your Majesty?" Rafael asked.

"At first, I thought that if I only had three months left to live, I would name Connor as my heir, appoint you as regent, and select a council of ministers to assist in governance. Caden would be sent to the Southern Frontier, and the queen would be deposed. That way, the Quinton family's influence could be weakened," Salvador replied.

Rafael lowered his gaze. "I fear I am not fit to bear such a heavy burden."

He knew that if he were named regent, there would inevitably be conditions attached. The most obvious one was that he would be required to remain childless. That way, even if he seized the throne, it would ultimately return to the right royal bloodline.

Salvador studied his brother for a long moment before sighing. "You see through everything. Yes, I had considered making you swear a solemn oath that you would never father children. I know it is selfish of me, but I have no other choice."

Rafael understood the king's reasoning. He could even sympathize.

But he wouldn't agree.

Having children was not a decision he could make alone. Carissa had a right to choose whether to bear a child or not. As the one who stood beside her, Rafael had no right to promise something that was not his to decide, nor would he bind himself with an oath he could not keep.

As if fearing he had not made himself clear enough, Salvador continued, his voice measured but firm.

"You understand what this means, don't you? For as long as you live, you will hold the power of the king. Even if you ascended the throne, no one could oppose you. That was my original plan—to ensure that though you would have no heirs, you would wield royal authority."

Rafael met his gaze steadily. "That was your original plan. And now?"

Salvador's eyes lingered on his brother's face, but he couldn't see any interest in the position of regent.

At last, the king said, "For now, we will see whether Healer Dalton's treatment has any effect. But his presence in the palace will stir the court. Ministers will press me to name a crown prince, and both the harem and the court will soon be thrown into turmoil."

What he left unsaid was clear. Even now, that same plan remained his best option.

Whether Salvador had three months or three years left, his sons were still too young. The kingdom would require a regent. Without one, the throne would be surrounded by wolves. Keeping it secure—keeping his heir alive—would be impossible.