"This is a token for you," King Nyxen stated, his voice steady and resonant. "Should you ever find yourself in need of assistance or reach a crossroad in the future, you may use it to call upon the crown."
Eilika looked at the weight of the object in his hand, her hesitation clear. "But Your Majesty, isn't this an immense responsibility? I am not certain I am the right person to hold something of such significance."
"I am giving it to you precisely because I know you will not misuse it," King Nyxen replied, closing her fingers over the token. "Keep it. It is yours alone, and you are under no obligation to hand it over to anyone else, not even for the sake of tradition."
"I shall take my leave now," he stated, glancing at both of his sons.
