"King?" Sam did that little shake of his head to get his hair out of his eyes that had become more of a mannerism than a need to clear his vision. "You mean, of this place. Here." He pointed to the floor. It kind of had only crossed his mind a few times, but never in a concrete way that his son was the next in line to the throne of his mother's kingdom.
Sam sat quietly in the chair next to Anne, elbows on his knees as one hand reached to smooth Aidan's soft hair forward.