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His father was finally dead.
He was officially the King now.
Nobody will be able to debate the fact.
Algar felt the weight of his fathers hand in his, as he peered closely at his ashen face.
His wrinkled skin hung on high cheekbones; his eyes- those formidable grey eyes that had always intimidated him to an alarming extent, were closed to the world.
The royal physician, a slew of maids and guards, stood surrounding him, but all he could hear was the enthralling cheer of an invisible crowd, as they celebrated their new king.
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