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To Be King (10)

He tried to laugh, but every time he laughed, a cough came with it. Even so, he felt like the biggest joke of the century. His eyes had become bloodshot red from his laughing and coughing fits, but he still pushed through. He was laughing at himself, his situation, and his whole life...

When King Maverick finally calmed down, he took some deep breaths and slowly grabbed onto Grey's pants. "Ameer... Has your curse been cured?"

"It has, Your Majesty."

"Good... Call Chamberlain Bernard to the room. I want to write down my will."

"Understood, Father." Grey gently grabbed King Maverick's hand and held on to it. He didn't know what else to do. "Dean, if you could..."

"Of course," Dean replied.

He stepped away from the bed and went to the door. He lightly knocked on the door.

The chamberlain opened the door at the sound of the knock.

"His Majesty would like to see you, Chamberlain."

"Of course, please excuse me." Chamberlain Bernard entered the room. He gave a light bow and then made his way to the bed.

The chamberlain was older than King Maverick, so he had a head full of white hair, but he looked younger than the sick King. His brown eyes were still energetic as his life purpose was to take care of King Maverick.

"Your Majesty, your servant is here."

"My old friend, take out the official paper to write down my will. I want you to be the one to write it and let the officials know of my last words."

The Chamberlain was shocked, but he knew what he had to do. "Of course, Your Majesty!"

He quickly left to go to the King's study that was across the room. He opened a drawer in the desk and grabbed a large piece of paper. It was already enchanted with magic. He also brought a special pen and a small table to write on.

Chamberlain Bernard came back to the room and sat down on a stool near the bed. It was the one he always sat on when he talked with the King.

King Maverick struggled to sit up. Grey and Dean helped him sit up.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Let them all know. The one who will inherit this throne will be my third son, Prince Ameer Lux. He will be the Crown Prince until his coronation. As for Queen Meredith and Consort Ceanna, abolish my marriage with them and charge them for their crimes!"

King Maverick was so exhausted, but he knew he could not die until he uttered his last words.

"If Prince Lawrence or Prince Tobias dare to inherit the throne, allow Prime Minister Dean to usurp the throne. On my dying breath, they must not be able to inherit my kingdom!"

After that, King Maverick slumped to the side, exhausted. He passed out, but he was still alive.

After Chamberlain Bernard quickly wrote down the will in more official terms, he stood up and helped King Maverick back into a more comfortable lying position.

"Your Majesty, this servant will respect your wishes and see through to them even if he dies!"

The will already had King Maverick's signature on it. It seemed he was ready to write his will down. Also, the magic on the paper made it so that it only recognized King Maverick and Chamberlain Bernard.

Once the will was completed, it could not be changed or destroyed.

"Crown Prince Ameer, Prime Minister Dean, as our witnesses today, we must leave this room and fulfil His Majesty's wishes."

"Understood, Chamberlain." Grey and Dean replied at the same time.

"Good, let us leave King Maverick to rest. I will call all the officials and members of the Royal family to the throne room. You two wait there."

At the Chamberlain's orders, Grey and Dean left the room with the Chamberlain and went to the throne room. On their way there, Grey took out a pre-written letter and called for his hawk. He tied the letter to its foot.

He gave his orders, "Give this letter to Noah." Then he handed him a treat.

The little hawk happily ate the treat and quickly flew out the window. It was fast and small, so it was hard to see.

"This is just the beginning."

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Grandpa Marky: When I posted this chapter, I talked about going to the Neurologist but she said she didn't think the Chiari Malformation was causing me problems. Yeah, that's just bullshit honestly. It still is causing me problems but I've learned to manage my symptoms, with no help from the doctor. You do what you can.