The old king passed his room. Servants where walking around with clothing, scrolls and massages. His informants kept coming to tell him what guests arrived and how his children where doing. When he looked in their eyes he could read it. They all thought him being very old. He was only one hundred and ten years old and was planning on living another decade. But like his mother did for him it was time to pick a heir to the throne. The coming ten years the crown heir would be prepared for when he past away. Bah, dying "hambug" the king muttered. "I'm sorry my king, I believe I misunderstood you" his adviser replied. "Dying my little brother, dying". He tasted the word and found nothing behind it. It was something that would be done and nothing would be done against in. 

The kings younger brother looked confused and wondered what was going on in the head of Theodore. His older brother had a quirky way of thinking sometimes. But is was probably the heavy weight of the evening he could imagine. His brother let the country for almost seventy years now. The elven blood of their mother helped them to live a long live. His brother Theodore had planned a very big and speciale evening like their father did eighty years ago. Theodore outsmarted any other sibling and took the position off crown heir with his fathers blessing. 

"My king, all guest have arrived" a servant informed Theodore. "In that case you will announce that I will be down in ten minutes. Theodore smiled, he had planned this evening for the last few years and tonight his children and guest where in for a surprise.