I was given the news of my wife this morning, and all I've done since is lay in bed and find solace in the bottom of a bottle. It's been like this for hours, and I keep thinking that I should be holding her, that I should have my head rest in her chest... But that isn't an option anymore. I screamed when I got the news.

A month after the news

I sit at the head of the table, looking at all the women, and even some men who would like to bed me, only for my money and power.

I hold a toast for my late wife, and I eventually find myself going on a late night stroll as the snot nosed, pure bread gentle folk eat like pigs.

When I get out of the castle-due to much hiding and acting like I'm a spy out of a James Bond movie- I sit near the pond where my wife fell, but then I see something most curious.

Two eyes curiously watch me from over the gates, he has a younger but nervous smile. He seems to be around 20... It's the king of Ahskin.

"{{user}}.... Sire..." I give an authoritive smile, but I can't get over how sexy he looks. That nervous look on his adorable face...