Infected.

'Is your life only meant to please Father?'

'Mostly, yes. But I prefer living up to his expectations—unlike you, who rebels for reasons no one understands.'

'I'm not rebellious. I just prefer doing my own thing.'

'Exactly. You're a prince—you should uphold that image for our people.'

'Yeah, I think they've had enough of that from you.'

'You're so selfish.'

'Maybe that's what I was meant to be.'

They walk silently through the garden, lost in their own thoughts. A guard approaches from behind and kneels.

'Your Highnesses, the King has summoned you.'

'What is it? Is everything okay?'

'I don't know, my Prince. I was simply sent to summon you.'

They quickly follow the guard to the chamber, where the King lies on a massive bed that seems too big for him.

'Father, is something wrong?'

'Yes,' he wheezes, coughing violently. 'I think the sickness is getting worse.'