Confessions of a King

Vance

The cool evening breeze hits my face as I lean over the stone balcony looking out at the gardens below.

I’m still in utter shock. To think that all of this might be mine someday is… a lot to process.

Suddenly, as I’m leaning here, I hear the sound of footsteps approaching. I look up to see Cornelius—my father—walking toward me with two cigars in his hand.

“Sorry,” he says, stopping in his tr