Chapter 32

Styx checked the clock beside his king-sized bed and saw that it was 6:30 am already. He had been informed of Charles' absence since the previous night by his aide whom he employed to watch him.

He had been getting hints about how Charles had always wanted to become the King and he was preparing for him as well without his knowledge.

After Lyne had narrated her dream to him, he held it at the back of his mind.

He rose from the bed and went to his palace so he could catch him when he arrived and as predicted, he did walk in, wearing a brown leather jacket, black gloves, and boots.

Charles walked in and stopped when he saw his father seated on the throne.

"What a stressful thing it is to be the King. Not getting your healthy eight hours sleep, old man? Or are you worried someone will come stabbing you in the chest?" He asked, a dark smile tugging the corner of his lips.

"Where have you been?" Styx replied, trying hard not to sound like he suspected him but to sound like a father who was