Emperor Roy Rashak shook with fear. It was not fear for himself.
He stood there for a moment staring at his favorite son, the one who looked exactly like the only wife he had ever fallen in love with, Anastasia.
Erick had borne the burden of being a Crown Prince since he was a young boy. This young boy was now a full-grown man who controlled a legion of demons as if they were the scattered toys of his youth.
It wasn't as if this day was unforeseen or unexpected. An Ashrya united behind Erick was something that would have happened sooner or later. It was designed to happen that way and Roy Rashak was the designer.
He sighed with a heavy heart. He had been trying to shelter Erick from the heavy responsibility of being the Emperor of a Mage Empire for as long as he was able.
Unfortunately, they had both run out of time.
He reached up and took the crown from his head. Then he knelt and placed the crown at Erick's feet.
