"How?" Ermaan uttered, almost whispered, which Derek heard luckily.
" Well, that's what Nazia's fate was. Our King died a silent, peaceful and painless death. Even during his last moments he had a smile on his face. He said he believes in you and can now finally rest in peace while leaving his Kingdom and his people to you. Before I could send someone to summon you he closed his eyes and stopped breathing. He died peacefully and happily knowing you will be there for Ersia, knowing that you will take care of Ersia, knowing you will shoulder his responsibilities, his dreams and turn Ersia into the nation he so dearly dreamed and desired about." Derek said, a lonely tear escaping his eyes.
Ermaan just nodded absent-mindedly, while staring at the honourable figure lying beneath that white-cloth.
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