"Terryn, you cannot abdicate! You are to be the next king, I don't care what you think you want to do!"
A man dressed in finely trimmed robes of deep purple stood tall next to a golden chair with richly colored velvet cushions, so intricate it could only be a throne.
"Father, I have never wanted to be king, as I have told you over and over!"
A young man stood some yards away, looking up towards the man who stood at the top of an alter, whose back was ramrod straight and his chin up, making his pinched expression even more prominent than the golden crown atop his head.
The other man looked to be much younger. He wore not purple but a oceanic blue tunic with black trousers tucked into his riding boots.
"I have no mind for this, you will be king and you will learn to like it. Leave to your room, child."
The young man left the immensely large room with a huff, taking long strides as the richly robed man behind him scowled at his back before he too turned and headed for the rooms exit.