CHAPTER 48
Derek's POV
It was as if I weren't in control of myself. Almost as if my body had a mind of its own, but the moment I heard the maid's words, I was off that spot. I pushed through the door of my father's room as if I would bring the door down, and was soon in the room.
He lay there in his bed, coughing hysterically when I entered. He lay on his side with his face towards the other side, and there were maids and servants around the bed, all of them there to ensure that he was well taken care of.
“Your son, My King.” One of the servants whispered.
I saw my father struggling to turn towards me, as weak and frail as he was. A man once vibrant and powerful, now reduced to nothing by who and for what reason?!
My initial surprise was overridden by anger, anger towards whoever had
