[As his father's tone changed, it brought back a bit of normality to the situation. That was the king he knew, and all it gave him all the more reason to reject the idea of taking the crown from him.]

It is not the responsibility of rule that I dread.

[His voice changed slightly also, a touch defensive and louder.]

The crown does not belong to me.

[Realizing that he was talking a bit too loud, he turns to check on Ferion to see if he had awoken. Fortunately while the child made a small uncomfortable noise briefly, he went back to sleep. Thankful for that small miracle, he takes a large sip of wine. His voice is much softer afterwards.]

...I cannot imagine a time when you do not walk these halls. I cannot replace you.