When King Theron entered the chamber, he saw his weak-looking father lying on the bed. He had his eyes closed and only opened them when he heard the sound of the door opening.
"Greetings, Father." He bowed to him.
"Theron…" the older man weakly called out his son's name, as if he was longing to see him.
Knowing his father's eyesight had already deteriorated to the point he could barely see, he went closer towards the bed.
His father's weak voice reached his ears., "My son…Forgive your father."
King Theron felt sharp pain in his chest.
The man he had always seen as the strongest pillar of this kingdom and the man he always looked up to was now so frail and weak. As a son, his heart ached as he sat at the edge of the bed and held his father's hand.
