If Eduardo had known how consuming and utterly despicable power would turn out to be right from the start, then surely he would have avoided coming in contact with it.
Or maybe he would have simply ran away a long time ago. But it was already too late. He had been born into royalty. And he had to accept the duties and responsibilities of the empire on his head. Such was the burden of the crown, a blessing and a curse which only he could bear.
However, as he stared at the people standing before him in the throne room, Edaurdo wondered just how far any of them could go for power.
Would it be that consuming to even kill their families? Would it cut deep through the cracks of their soul like a vicious poison, and corrupt their minds the way it usually did? Would it twist their perception
