Ian smiled lightly back at him, finally succeeding at getting rid of his blush.

Daniel walks into his room stretching.

"What's your plans for the rest of the day?" Ian asked.

Daniel shrugs "I guess get this whole war thing out of the way"

"Do you really think it's a good idea to go to war?" Ian asked.

Daniel shrugs "Maybe maybe not"

Ian nodded. "I guess that makes sense."

Daniel looks at him "Ian I need to tell you something"

"What?" Ian asked, looking at him curiously.

"If I do die in battle, you're going to be the new king" Daniel says looking at him.

"What?" Ian shook his head slowly. "No. I can't be a king." he said. "Besides, you're not going to die."

Daniel puts his hand on top of his head "I know but I'm just saying if I do"

"But why me? I'm sure there are plenty of other people who would be a better choice." Ian said.

"I don't trust them like I trust you" Daniel says looking at him.

Ian was silent for a second. "But... I don't think they would accept me being their king."

"Well they're going to have to"

"Well.. Let's just hope you don't die during battle."

"Same here" Daniel says looking up at the ceiling.

Ian was about to say something, but Isabella came into the room just then.
"There you are~ How was your meeting?" she asked.

Daniel looks at her "It was fine"

"Anything exciting happen?" she asked, curiously.

"If you call a war interesting, then yea"

Isabella frowned. "That isn't really interesting."

"Well you did ask" He says leaning back into his bed.

"I know..." Isabella said, sighing lightly. "But now I'm worried about you."