The Medallion

"Chief Bryant only wishes the best for our empire. He has no obligation to consider marrying off his granddaughter, the successor of their clan, to you. It is a sacrifice, and we shall appreciate him for his service to the empire," the emperor sighed.

Rocky remained silent and his eyebrows knitted in thought.

Both Isis and Lena had their eyes on him, also lost in their own thoughts.

A long silence ensued and finally Isis remarked, "Basil, you don't have to worry about hurting my feelings. It's fine." She knew that it was hard for him to give an answer to the emperor in her presence. But from the moment she had decided to marry him, Isis never expected Rocky to solely belong to her. He was like the wind—free and wild. He would always attract any women in his path with his unique charm; she had accepted that long ago.

Rocky turned to glance at her. Seeing her gentle smile, he turned to his father and said, "Father, I've made my decision. I will announce it in front of the people."

The emperor was hesitant. He couldn't tell what was going through Rocky's mind. He wanted a clear reply, but decided to respect his son's decision.

"Basil..." Isis whispered. She had so much to say to him, but stopped herself and looked at their son who rested silently in her arms.

"Father, if there's nothing else, I will make the announcements to the public." The emperor nodded slightly. Rocky bowed to him, turned around and headed to the door.

"Father, what will his replies be? Will he marry Shirley?" Isis asked, unable to contain her anxiety after Rocky disappeared through the open doors.

"Whatever he chooses to do, I believe he will make the right decision for the empire and for himself," the emperor replied solemnly.

Isis exchanged a glance with Lena, and both of them walked to the door to witness the announcement.

Marcia walked up to Rocky when he

Royal Highness, I believe that His Majesty told you about his decision?" Bryant asked straightforwardly.

Rocky nodded.

agree?" Bryant asked

Instead, he walked out of the hall, and

crowd quieted down instantly when he walked out. Everyone's eyes were focused on Rocky, Prince Crimson

Majesty has three announcements to make today," Rocky said, loud and clear for everyone to hear. He swept

questions and assumptions, wondering what the announcements were going

kinds of rumors were spreading throughout the Imperial City. The people of the empire expected great changes to happen. The most wide-spread rumor was that the emperor

of the Holy Dragon Empire. After Alston was killed, the forces that had once aided him scattered and turned to other princes, who were hardly any match for Rocky. None of these princes held a responsible position; they lacked the strength and ability to lead. Rocky was the best candidate to inherit the throne, and was the emperor's

at the centennial celebration of the Ximen Clan and was willing to marry him. At that time, Rocky had also presented her with rare treasures and spiritual crystals, including a mutated Dark Heaven Insect. The people were curious to know whether the pair would really get

Clan, the first clan of the Holy Dragon Empire. They would consider him as their own and provide him with all their resources. He would become the pillar of the empire with the support of the Three Great Generals,

do whatever it

sat on that throne, he would be unbeatable. It sent shivers down the spines of anyone who was against him

Nigel, as the heir to the throne," Rocky announced, with no emotion in

the heir? Was this the emperor's decision or Rocky's? The crowd wondered in silence as they stared at the man in front of them. Prince Nigel was still in his cradle. Would he grow up the way they

stepped forward to stand beside Rocky. "I would like to make an explanation. It was His Majesty's desire to pass the throne to Prince Basil. But he has no intention or desire to be the emperor, and hence, refused the rights to the throne. After careful consideration, His Majesty decided to name Prince Basil's son, Prince Nigel, as the heir. This was by no means a rushed decision. It is His Majesty's final word,

among the crowd. "He

Isn't it something he's supposed