KING VIDAR
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, I made my way to my father's chamber to check on his health.
I found him lying on his bed, looking frail and tired, but his eyes sparkled with a mysterious gleam as he smiled at me.
"Ah, there you are, my dear son," he said in a voice that held both warmth and wisdom. "Come closer, will not you?"
I approached his bedside and leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead, a small gesture of love and respect that we had always shared.
As I pulled back to leave, he reached out and gripped my arm, surprising me with the strength in his hold.
"Before you go, there's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice carrying a hint of urgency.
I furrowed my brows, concerned
