Chapter Eight
Phillip
Phillip couldn’t help the smile crossing his face as he tucked one arm behind his head. He was alive. Each time he’d started to fall asleep over the last few days, he’d worried he wouldn’t wake, but she pulled him back time and time again.
He was a Basile. He had an entire Kingdom who’d do anything for him. They fought wars for him, sacrificed themselves. Yet, no one had ever just been there. Not even Chandler or Alfred during their childhood. They’d always lived their lives at such a fast pace. Wars. Festivals. Never a spare moment. His parents were busy with the running of the kingdom and over the last few years, his father slipping further and further away from them into illness.
He’d watched his mother rule the kingdom when his father could not, but he didn’t
