"What do you mean by that?" Damian asked when his father's words had settled.
Raymond smiled. "I think it is time that Dura welcomes a new King to usher in a new era." He said, squeezing Damian's hand a little tighter.
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A few days passed. With each passing day, Raymond's condition got better and better, making Damian rest at ease. But he had something else that weighed heavily on his mind now.
His father's words that day still troubled him. Was he ready for this responsibility? He was still relatively young. However, when he thought of his father's health, he felt the need to relieve him of this burdensome responsibility. How could he weigh Raymond down with this stressful role? The only thing that haunted him was a simple question - Could he perform well enough?
"I can see steam rising from you head all the way over here." A soft feminine voice roused Damian from his inner thoughts. He turned to see a lady with silver hair and eyes step into the room.
