Blake walked through the halls of The Saraburg Palace, his heavy paw steps echoing off the walls filled with various Sylvanisaurian portraits, including his family portrait and his father's coronation canvas, there were some human portraits as well, like that of Napoleon crossing the alps and the Mona Lisa of course, but there was always one picture that came to Blake's attention, a dirty blonde woman with blue eyes wearing a white dress, it was this portrait that made him feel, not sad, but like he knew this woman his entire life and that he should be sad she is now gone. However, perusing the royal paintings is not what Blake came here to do something that might actually sadden him, if not more. Soon Blake makes his way to the royal apartment rooms, eventually finding his father, The first King of all Sylvanisauri, sitting in a wheelchair on a balcony. Blake takes a deep breath before walking out onto the balcony "Hello, father" Blake said, clearing his throat as he made sure his epaulets were straight "It's nice to see you.... ?" There was no response, causing Blake to sigh again "Listen, dad.... I've been talking with the nobility and the parliament and I've come to the realization that you, and I mean no offense by this at all, are.... unfit to rule due to your age" Once again, no response from the older King, Blake would sigh once more before pulling up a seat beside his father "Father.... dad, I know you love this kingdom and it certainly loves you back, but you won't be here forever and you're already advanced in age. Please, don't let the weight of power weigh down on your shoulders anymore, abdicate, there is no shame in it. We're not losing a war and the continent is at peace, it will be like retirement"