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"I see. Well, good riddance then. I suppose I'll have to be crowned?" you ask with an inquisitive tilt.

"Alonso..." Uncle Enrique cringes at your blase attitude towards the death of your own father, "You will be crowned of course. Better that you don't display such flippantness at court, however. Your mother believes it to be poison."

"Then our list of suspects is a kingdom wide, uncle. I fear we'll never catch him. A shame. I wouldn't mind shaking his hand. Stand back, I will be back in my quarters shortly. Thank you for coming to see me, uncle."