The Last [UNDER MAJOR REWRITING]

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William stood still, in the centre of the bloodied throne room, his eyes wandered in panic to assess what had happened. The red royal carpets stained with blood of his father and a few soldiers. The amber bright amber lights reflecting off on the puddles of blood.

He clutched the gun in his hand, his eyes now focused on the limp hand hanging down the throne. "Father, please," He croaked out, his voice resounding in the horrid room. "I didn't do it, you can't die like this!" He yelled, staring at the lifeless blue eyes of his father, Charlton. The 70th Emperor of the Ceterrian Empire, now dead.
William knew it was too late to do anything now. He was now going to pay for the crimes he never committed. He would have to run. Flee from his Empire to the very country that ruined his life several times, over and over again.
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William Ephriam Everleigh, the third prince of the Ceterrian empire. After getting falsely branded as the murderer of his father, the Emperor, flees to the opposing forces, the Thesilian Empire, to rise through their ranks and fight for the throne, which rightfully belonged to him.

The only obstacle being his atrocities that he committed towards the Thesilian Empire are too grave to overlook, and the acts they committed too grave for William to forgive. As he rises up through the ranks, he uncovers secrets and shocking truths concerning him and his allies, which prove to be more troublesome than his own.
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Warning: This is not edited, not proofread. This is the one and only first draft I've written so mistakes are expected in the writing style, not plot. The plot is worked out and well-skimmed through before posting.

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