422 An Heir?

Biham was oblivious to what others were thinking about him. He seemed not to care about the world because the world was slowly fading around him. 

Balfour poked his tongue in his cheek. His king had fallen head over heels for Lady Kinshra. This was going to be good. He said, "The group has a small petition. It has been signed by the netizens." 

Biham jerked his head back. This was something very new. "Okay… send the group in." Signed a petition for what? It was as if they were about to rebel or point out a flaw in the system of the law. He looked at Kinshra who shrugged. Then he gazed at his courtiers if they knew anything about it. Most of them returned blank stares while some tried not to smile. Strange. 

Balfour walked to the main door of the throne hall and asked the guard to send them in. The group led by the Elders entered the throne hall and they all immediately bowed to the king when they approached the throne.