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
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