Alpha Jacob
“Tell my son to come here, I’ve got something to discuss with him.”
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My door creaked open as my son, Prince Alex, entered.
“Father, you want to speak to me.” He said, standing straight and so formal as if he is already taking his position seriously.
Alex is a humorous man. He loves to drink wine, to play with whores and fuck them in his royal bed, and instances are that countrymen question if he has a royal blood in his veins because of the way he acts.
At my age 43, I am confident that I would rule and sit on this throne long before I pass it to my son. However, the recent events—the attacks from rogues—made me think that I needed to strengthen the line of succes