After crying and sulking for what felt like several hours, Everard had finally calmed down a little.
Jerome had already left the chamber to oversee the necessary protocols that were to be carried out after the death of the King.
Everard took a deep breath when he saw the warm morning rays of the sun touching his feet. He didn’t want to, but he had to keep his emotions under control now. So, he finally got up from the cold floor and dared to walk closer to his father’s bed.
He sat down at the edge of the bed and looked at his father’s face with wistful eyes.
‘At least he is no longer in pain anymore,’ he thought to himself after looking at his father’s resting face.
The maids and servants had already groomed the late King’s body and had put him in his royal attire. People from all over the Kingdom would be coming to pay their last respect to the late King.
Everard slowly extended his arm to hold his father’s hand.
