"I am proud of you since the first time I saw you and I still do now." Cane ruffled Zander's hair. He watched how his son struggled with the thought of this huge responsibility.
"I don't know how to be a king."
"I don't know either," Cane replied.
"Father, you made a history. You and mother saved this kingdom from calamity and people worshiped you." Zander was desperate. "From south to north, people will only talk good thing about you."
Zander dreaded the thought that people would compare him and his father, but more importantly, he didn't know what he was doing if his father didn't tell him what to do. He was at lost.
"Look." Zander waved his hand at their surroundings. "You built everything from the scratch. You know what to do, but I don't even know what I am doing here."
