The time had come for King Abraham to retire his throne, he was getting older and weaker by the day, and he knew it was time for his son Prince Derek to take control of the kingdom he loved and the people who loved him.
Prince Derek was far different than his father, he craved power, and was at no limit to get what he wanted, all he had to do was wait, wait for that day when he receives the king's ring. Prince Derek's dream did not come soon enough, it was the eve of his 27th year, and the kings guards summoned him to his father's room.
"My son." King Abraham weakly motioned for him to come closer.
"I was given this by my father and now I pass it on to you. Remember be kind to your public, give them a leader they can trust and think wisely my child."
"I shall be a grand ruler father, I plan on victorious a defeat of King Simon over that territory reaches out to the ocean and with that we will have the largest kingdom and I shall be its king." Prince Derek answered his father with much pride in himself, but he was a virgin when it came to being a war hero, he had never once gone out on a battle field, except only after the greatest conquers were over.
King Abraham was shaken by his sons meaning of life, was this how he was going to run the kingdom he was give? Abraham fought long and hard to keep his kingdom in good ties with the neighboring ones, now his heir was going to destroy it all for some action and more land. He was scared for his people, but it was to late his son was the only one the kingdom could be turned over to. He praised God for taking him now so he would not see the result of Derek's mess, and he would pray for a miracle to stop him.
" You'll need a male heir to inherit the throne after your death, my son." Abraham said as he grew weaker. "One thing you must achieve."
"I have two sons father." Derek replied.
"From a mistress." Cardinal Whitely said butting in. "You need an beneficiary of royal blood young prince, those children of yours would never be heirs to this throne."
Prince Derek shot his an icy glare.
"You need to find yourself a bride and bed her before you go about killing." Cardinal Whitely continued. "get yourself a proper heir."
"I am getting closer." The King said softly. "Derek be a good king, use your mind and your heart, not you army."
"Leave us now, for last confusion." Cardinal Whitely ordered.
Later that week King Abraham died in his sleep. Prince Derek was now King, ruler of a kingdom that was as far as the eye could see and yet he still wanted more.
Derek lay in his bathtub looking at the reflection of himself. His messy dark brown hair whirled around the top of his head, his thick eyebrow and hooked nose set the perfect setting for his beautiful chocolate eyes, they were from is mother, he closed his eyes and tried to picture her, but it had been many years since her death and he was only a child than, her looks where jumbled and all he could see where her eyes. Derek opened his and continued to look in the water and there he saw the scar, askew upon his cheek to the middle of his upper lip lay the scar, given to him one night by a drunk knight who was up to no good. He brought his finger to his lips and traced the thin line, quickly Derek pulled himself out of this trance and splashed the water with that high hand.