Twenty years back:
A freshly sheared Edward sat on the diner table with his family, sitting on the head chair of the table felt odd to him. He had never sat over the seat that he knew he would be taking over one day or the other anyways but he still felt out of the space.
It was his first time to ever sit on that chair, over which his father sat throughout his entire life time but it was the first day, ever since the King who was soon going to be dethroned, was sent to exile and live in a separate palace, where he was going to be treated for dementia that he developed after losing his loving wife.
“Edward!” Victoria tried to cheer her husband up, as she sat right next to him, only a chair forward than her previous one. But even to her, it did feel unusual.
George was a like father to h
