EMRYS POV
Father raised his hands questioningly. “What else would this be about?”
“Yes, father I'm interested in the throne…now,” I said, unsure if I was ready to pull through it till the very end.
His eyes glimmered with so much joy. “That's what I'm talking about,” he said, “At least, the fight for the throne would be more fun,” I don't know if those were his normal choice of words, but he said it still.
“I have to leave now, father,” I said, standing up on my feet. “Take good care of yourself. I can see that the pack's doctors are trying their best,”
“They sure are,” he said, his tone light with a hint of excitement. He reached out and held the jug of freshly brewed mint tea and poured himself another glass, “Emrys,” he said when I walked a few feet away from his bed.
I turned
