As Ross seldom behaved like this, Yasmin stared, unsure how to react.

"Mom, I know you're scared too. Scared of aging and death, and worried because there are so many things unfinished. I know you want to continue the experiment, not just to live forever, but because you have so much you want to do for the country."

Tears welled in Yasmin's eyes.

"I know you've been exhausted all these years. Whenever I come home late and pass your room, I hear you pacing. You've shouldered everything, and I wish to share your burden, but..." Ross trailed off. He meant well, but didn't want her to think he coveted her power. He simply didn't want her to overwork herself.

"You shouldn't overexert yourself," Ross said thoughtfully, patting her hand. "You've worked so hard for so many years. Are you going to carry on forever?"

Yasmin hesitated before saying huskily, "Ross, do you... want the throne?"

She stared profoundly at her son. She'd wondered for a long time, but never voiced the question. Now, she couldn't help herself.

Ross met her gaze and nodded. "I did. I'd be lying if I said I didn't. I wanted to be king since I was old enough for politics, but I've changed my mind." He smiled earnestly. Yet, Yasmin remained skeptical. "Really?"

"Of course," Ross continued. "I'm your son and second in line in Yudonia. It doesn't matter much whether I'm a prince or a king. Besides, you've run the country exceptionally well."

He gently held her hand, a half-smile on his face. "The country has thrived these past years. I think it matters less who rules, as long as it benefits the country and its people."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Yasmin nodded sharply. She hadn't expected this from her son. "Ross, I..."

"It's okay, Mom. I understand. Regardless of the rumors, you're my mother, and I know what kind of person you are," Ross said slowly. "And you should know what kind of person I am. If you think you can cope, then continue ruling. However, I hope you'll reconsider the experiment."

Yasmin's smile faltered.