Standing alone in his father’s former chamber- soon to be his, Oscar gazed out the window, his expression unreadable.
But beneath that calm, steely exterior, a storm of conflicting emotions brewed. The kingdom was mourning, the people weeping for their lost king, but Oscar didn’t share in their sorrow. To him, Drago’s death felt like the closing of a chapter he’d long wanted to put behind him.
The door creaked open, and Uncle Seth entered his face grave. “The kingdom expects you to lead them through this, Oscar. Whatever your feelings toward your father, the people need you.”
Oscar turned, nodding curtly. He had anticipated the duties that would come with his father’s passing, and he was prepared to fulfil them. He was not allowed time for himself for his headspace- no. The responsi
