Cyrus's hand over arrangement

“Your highness,” Sir Sule addressed Cyrus. Cyrus was in his bedroom alone with Sule. Cyrus was sitting on the giant wolf seat that was in his bedroom, the seat had represented his mini throne but somehow, it didn’t seem to command the same authority as it had done in the past. The wolf seat felt like an ordinary chair to Cyrus.

That was when he realized that the feeling he used to get while he sat on the seat had nothing to do with the seat at all, instead, it had to do with how he felt about himself. And Cyrus didn’t feel so good about himself these days.

His body was still sick from all the things he had gone through in the hands of Gedoni and Tobias but more importantly, Cyrus’s ego had suffered permanent damage.

Cyrus was ready to hand over the kingdom to one of his sons. He knew that he couldn’t continue like this for too long. He also knew that the kingdom needed an official declaration, especially now that he was back.

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