Chapter Fifty-Seven

AGNAR'S POV

"Dad!" I was surprised to see my father sitting on the throne. In his favorite outfit, a pair of blue denim jeans and a black button-down shirt with a rolled-up sleeve.

"Son, you are here; come, let's have breakfast together," he said excitedly. I stood there in the room, wondering how Dad went from being dead to not being dead anymore.

"Yeah, sure," I happily said. I had no idea what was going on, but whatever it was, I liked spending time so much with him.

The door pulled open, and Dad smiled. "Look who paid a visit," he happily announced. I turned to see Gertrude heading towards us.

"You look terrific; you should take care of yourself, you know," Gertrude said.

"I'm fine; I just have so much on my plate lately," I said, smiling.

"I know, son; it gets easier, I promise."

"Does it, Dad? I feel like I am drowning lately. How did you rule the pack for so many years without losing your mind?" I asked him, he burst into laughter.

"It's simple: separat