My father stopped talking for a moment and stood up to walk over to his drink bar he had in his office. He poured himself a quick shot of bourbon and shot it back.
This must be really upsetting if it has him drinking it early in the morning.
“What did this old friend have to tell you?” I ask my father.
Even I could hear the concern that layered in my voice.
“Is this about the council again?” Jase asks, bringing up the sensitive subject that really no one wanted to talk about.
About 4 months ago, father decided that it was time for him to retire and spend the rest of his life living freely and happily with mother. Upon his retirement announcement to the council, he named myself along with my mates as the future rulers of our territory. There were a few members of council that we
