TWENTY SIX II

THIRD PERSON POV.

"Where is my son?" A cord of coughs followed Edward's gravelly roar as he balanced himself on the throne that once once shone with justice and equality.

Earlier when one of his female servant had informed Edward about Edgar's return, he was eager to meet his supposed son, but his excitement was thrown into the midden when he noticed Edgar had returned empty handed.

Edward had waited for months for this day and all he attained was a cowering Edgar.

"Edgar why dont you answer?" Edward seethed once again, before falling into another fit of coughs.

Edgar raised his head a little to look at the once high and mighty dictator was left to nothing but an assemble of bones and tissues. Edward had lost considerable amount of weight in the past few months during Edgar was away. The lung cancer was gradually but definitely consuming Edward, culminating his reign over Orbloem.

But Edgar was wise enough to not dream about the day of his ascension to Dictatorship until all the