Chapter 283: Hanging On
Jules’ pov
Everyone loved me in my clan, and it wasn’t just because I was the rightful heir, but because I ruled rationally and with fairness the people didn’t even get to experience in the hands of my father like I used to imagine.
Shortly after I returned to this clan with Kim and Roy, the first thing I did was to get my uncle off the throne that was rightfully mine. I tried doing that the easy way but he refused, laughed in my face, still accused me of murder right before he asked me to get lost.
After that, I was forced to result to other means, which in other words meant violence. By the time I was done with them, all the wet picks and wishes on the royal council had all surrendered and pleaded their loyalty to me.
I hadn’t even planned on killing my uncle mainly because I had already been tired of deaths. But my uncle was foolish enough to attempt attacking me from behind when I had my back turned to him. It’s safe to say that the single wrong move led to his death. It had happened right in the throne room, and that automatically made the council members to not dare treat me like a child or try fooling me.
After that day, the days that followed, I officially got crowned the king of the clan, and with the help of my magic, I’ve managed to bring changes to the clan that the last five kings hadn’t even been able to.
In all honesty, I wouldn’t have been able to achieve all of this if it wasn’t for the two friends I have supporting me every step of the way and giving me the emotional strength I needed.
Just like my mother had always said, all the people who once looked down on me; the kids who once laughed at me for being different, all of them ended up bowing to me with sincere regret and appreciation.
Somehow, I went from the bottom of the line to the very top. From the prince no one gave a fuck about, to the savior of the pack.
Of course, I didn’t let any of that get to my head. Not that I could If I wanted to, when I was literally always sad whenever I was alone.
Whenever my eyes land on the large portrait of my entire family, minus my father, sitting in the side of the royal room, I always feel a tight squeeze in my chest. I’d have given anything to have them with me right now, to have them around me so they could see how far I’ve come, and so that we could all live together in peace forever.