CEDRIC’S POV
My existence is slowly becoming one long, unending blur. I'm constantly losing sense of time, which is ironic and a tragedy in itself, given that time is the only currency I have left. A currency that is running out fast.
Today is just another day in my decrepit existence. It feels just like yesterday, and the day before that—purposeless and dull. As is now my established custom, I start the morning with a lavish helping of wine, then I muddle through the day assigning administrative responsibilities and inspecting my inept army. And now, I'm seated on my throne, holding my trusty wine glass full to the brim, while listening to some imp whose name I can't even remember.
He is going into painful detail about the happenings around the kingdom. It is excruciating to listen to,
