From the Eyes of the Father
I had been devastated when they told me that my back had been broken, that I likely would never walk again. I was the Fated Child. This couldn’t be happening to me. I had lost my beloved, my health, and my ability to walk in one fell swoop.
But I was never good at doing what I was told. That may have been why Mika told me that it would be in my best interests to learn diplomacy and husbandry and all the other things I had been avoiding for the last three years. We had no idea if the people would accept a crippled king. It was in all of our best interests for me to start proving myself a competent ruler, so that the nobles and Council would start to accept me.
But one thing I refused to accept was the idea that I would never walk again. I had feeling in my legs. That meant I could train myself to walk again, and train myself I did. In the meantime, I studied to be a doctor. I had a talent for healing, and I had already had quite a bit of training from my friend, Marissa. I had little else to do in those long, lonely days of immobility. Besides, I could be of use doing this. My grandfather, the King of Draeger, was ill.
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