You're Right.

"It's worse than I thought," Elliott said to his brother, Zoan.

"What are we gonna do about father?! I cannot become King, the council called me in last night." Zoan confessed, staring up at the dark night, "It won't be long before suspicion begins to creep in, and we will become a target. Right now, we are all vulnerable."

"Aragon. What are we gonna do about him?" Elliott inquired, "He's...no longer himself,"

"That should be our second worry, Elliott. Have you even been listening to what I've been saying? It's not just the Vampires. I'm more worried about the witches learning about the King's death and striking. If they're able to take down Erandell, it would be a huge feat for them!" Zoan's deep voice rumbled out, "And I've checked. The old man was an only child. He doesn't have a brother to ascend the throne. We, his three children are the next and only rightful heirs to the throne of Erandell,"