Chapter 3: Proclamation
Lancelot made a promise not only to his new father, but to himself. This is what he wanted, to rule a country under his terms, a chance that was robbed away by his previous family.
He was confident that would turn this Kingdom upside down, and brought upon changes that would make this nation the most powerful in the world.
"You should wear a uniform that fits the ceremony, my son," the king said.
"Alicia," Lancelot called without turning his head to Alicia.
"Yes Your Majesty?" Alicia replied with a decisive tone, awaiting orders.
"Prepare my uniform. Something fit for a regent—nothing too extravagant, but make sure it sends a message."
Alicia nodded. "Understood, Your Majesty. I’ll have the attendants ready it right away."
She turned and left the chamber swiftly, her footsteps echoing faintly across the stone floor. Lancelot remained where he stood, taking in the weight of what had just happened. He had come to this world less than an hour ago, still unsure of what was real, and now he was about to be named the acting ruler of an entire kingdom.
He let out a slow breath and turned back toward the bedridden king. Edric had fallen into a shallow doze again, his breathing still ragged.
Lancelot stepped back and quietly exited the room, the two guards at the door giving him respectful nods. Outside, Alicia was already speaking with two palace attendants, giving precise instructions about his wardrobe and grooming. She spotted Lancelot approaching and fell into step beside him.
"It’ll be ready in fifteen minutes," she said. "Do you want a royal barber to trim your hair?"