Chapter Thirty Five

He couldn’t understand his father would want his mother out of the way. He felt a hand on his shoulder

“Are you ready?” His sister asked him

“Well, I have to do it either ways” he said as he headed out to the crowd.

He looked at them and he could see fear in their eyes. Having to tag his father as a terrorist and in his killer was not something he ever thought he would do in his entire life but he was left with no choice. He wasn’t even his biological father.

“Good day. This past few days have been very sad for everyone of us. We have lost a mother, a friend, a ruler and our queen. I know things are looking and feeling really dark for us now but I want to ask us to be strong. By now, some us already know who the killer is. He was given an opportunity to make some good of himself. He was lived, cared for and even catered for. He was offered the best things of life and still, he turned on his own helper, biting the hand that fed him. The person I am talking about is Phillip, my fathe