Mr-Carrot-Cake
Now, resting, on a roughly made bed using only blankets and sheets, he layed there. He gripped the cloth of his sons sleeve, as he whispered "Jerusalem." With that, one final breath the elderly king let out, as the crown now passed to his eldest and only son. The king died, with a prophetic dream of one day, claiming the city that had been his families ever since the time of augustus.