" With a heavy sorrow captivating my soul, I was dragged out of my fathers place, unable to see his face for the last time. When we all reached the palace, all we could do is mourn for him and a greed to save my brother killed us all, irrespective of the cross on his chest.
More than us, my mother was on a worst part of life, losing her beloved, within fraction of seconds. She lost her desire to live anymore, who had no strength to pray or cry for my brother. This made the boy even more stronger.
He took immense pleasure in destroying the base of the Royals, who ruled the country for more than hundred years.
We all stayed at the palace for two days, treating my brother by a home physician. We did all we could, but it ended vainful and painful, breaking our heart. Our country once again lost an amazing king without even giving him a chance to sit on the throne.
