You enter his chamber.

As you open the door, you see your father's laid on his bed. As he hears the door open his head perk up.

"John." He calls out with a raspy voice

"Yes father?"

"It seems that my unexplainable illness has finally caught up with me, despite my prescribed 4 whores a day. What could have been healthier?"

"I wonder," you reply.

You both go silent. An awkward silence, a heavy one. You stand at his bedside looking down at him and he keeps his gaze straight, looking down at his feet. The silence is broken when he suddenly looks at you with a seriousness you've rarely seen. "Listen son, I know I haven't been the best ruler."

Understatement of the century. You think to yourself.

"But what if I told you it wasn't entirely my fault"

You lift a skeptical eyebrow.

"Yeah well, I don't expect you to believe me without any proof." he sighs. "You see, there's a gift, our family possesses which is passed down from generation to generation. And I-"

He cuts himself off trying to find a way to formulate the sentence. He shakes his head, giving up. "You need to experience it for yourself, it is now your turn to acquire this gift." He hands you a bizarre-looking silver key. As you take it, he nestles himself deeper into his bed. "Here, you'll know where to use it."

"Be the savior this kingdom needs," he says before closing his eyes a small grin plastered on his face. A few moments pass and he doesn't move again.

Hm, you know, even though it feels like he's dumping all his problems onto you, and he never was the best father figure, your heart still pangs with sadness. He may not have been there for you or the duchy but he was still your father. You wipe the few stray tears from your eyes, take a hard look at the silver key before pocketing it and exiting the chamber. You are immediately assaulted with the anticipating stares of the castle servants and staff surrounding you. They all stare expectantly.

"So?" a voice asks.

You sigh and nod your head.