Osamu PoV
I opened my eyes and found myself sitting on a throne, Daddy's throne. But no one else was around. I alone. Where was everyone?
Standing up, I realized my body was big, like an adult's. Eh? Had I fallen asleep that long? I looked around the throne room, but it was empty and silent, the echo of my heart beating in my ears. The air felt heavy, and a chill ran down my spine.
"Sir, your grapes," a servant said, bringing over a bowl of grapes.
I gulped. "Uh, where are my parents?" I said, but my voice sounded weird. It was like a grown-ups voice, not my own.
My servant tilted his head. "Sir, are you okay? King Orlin and Queen Artemia died years ago."
I clung unto the throne. My eyes widened as I realized I wore a crown and a cape. Was I the king?
"W-where's my brother? He should be the one sitting here!" I said, fear creeping into my voice.
He frowned. "We're still searching for him. But... word is that he is still struggling with his issues."
