At long last, he finally regained the full functions of his body. He could now move around without needing a walking stick or assistance from anyone. But it did not mean that he was ok. He did not get better completely.
He was still as dead as the day he had that accident. He believed that his body might have survived, but his soul died that day Eida left him. His heart might still be beating at this minute, but it flatlined, shattered, and never recovered.
"Are you ready for your press conference?" His father knocked on his door, reminding him of his obligation to his family, the crown, and their people.
As if he would forget it when his father continuously reminded him of that fact. He had no problem leading their people to greatness. He had been born and trained to do that.
In truth, it had always been about his duty to the man who gave him life.
