"Is that really what he said?" Augustus Vi Britannia, the King of Britannia, asked calmly.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Edmund replied while kneeling in front of his King. "That is his condition."
Augustus should have retired long ago as King, but in his eyes, none of his heirs were worthy to inherit the throne.
He feared that if he gave them his crown, the kingdom that had stood for hundreds of years would crumble in less than a decade.
The Eldest Prince was a womanizer.
The Second Prince was a degenerate who liked to torture people while having his way with them.
And the Third Prince was a warrior who only wished for war. He was the typical all-muscle, no-brains kind of fellow. Of course, the King knew that letting him take the throne would be a very big mistake as well.
This left only the Fourth Prince… his bastard son.
A child who was born when he forcefully had his way with a beautiful theatre actress whom he fancied a decade ago.
