Chapter Eight

As the country was in crisis, he is smiling. When the country is filled with people that what's power, he is sitting on another throne that's higher than what they are wishing for.

He has got everything he wanted. Everything he has been dreaming for a long period of time. Everything that everyone wants. Every time he asks for something and the people says 'No' and those people are really rare since no one has the guts to say no to him.

No one ever tried or dared to challenge him. He knows that the three stares are planning something against him but he didn't care because he already knows that they can't win over him even if they try hard.

Over-confidence; over-confidence is what he has right now.

Over-confidence makes you to overestimate yourself and you yourself will make a way of your own downfall. You will give others to drag you down. Overestimation is one of the worst things you could give to yourself and little did he know, there is something waiting for him; something big.

He was smiling like a fool for the past few days, sitting on his chair/throne. He thought he had everything under his control. Everything in his eye sight but then something unexpected happened.

*Flash two days back*

He was coming back home after demoting the Emperor that was on the throne not so long ago.

He liked it; he liked it because everything is going like he wanted so he couldn't be any happier.

"What should I serve you my lord?" the chief maid asked him when he called her and asked her for food.

Since he is tired he couldn't think of anything. "Anything that's in the kitchen but you must bring me my regular drink, Tela."

"Ok my lord, it will be here in a second." She replyed and walked out. She was very confused as to why he said 'Anything that's in the kitchen.' There is literally everything in the kitchen. It's his home. He has everything he asks for.

'Huh! Ok I'm going to give him Shiro with Ingera since he said anything that's in the kitchen.' She thought to herself.

She ordered the other maids to prepare the food. They were also confused as well but choose not to say anything about it since they don't have the guts to say that.

They quickly prepared the food and served it to him. He didn't even look at the food since he is very lost in this dream land. He also didn't notice the taste; he just kept on eating just looking at the wall and smiling like a fool.

A knock was heard and you could tell it was from outside which brought him out of his dream land. He looked at his food and raised his eyebrows in surprise which made the maids including the chief maid get scared.

He called the chief maid and stared at her for some time. He was truly surprised. "What can I serve you, my lord?" she asked with a bow. She may not show it but she was a mess inside.

"Answer the door." He said and continued to eat.

'Okay. What happened to that grumpy old man who always ignores everyone and likes to eat Keywot or some luxurious food?' she asked herself while she is making her way to the door.

She opened it only to see his most trusted man outside waiting with a calm face. She ordered one of the maids to tell the lord who is here which the replay was to let him in fast.

He went in as soon he heard the response. He stood before his lord and bowed in respect.

"What seems to be the problem that you are here?" Ras Michael asked while picking his Tela to drink it.

"The problem is that your son is held hostage in Gojjam." His most trusted man said in one breath and in the process making Ras Michael chock on his drink. He used to like the burning sensation when he drinks the drink but now since he was in the middle of gulping it, instead of burning he felt a flame in his throat.

The maids rushed to get him water. Once one of the maids placed it in front of him, he gulped the whole glass of water in one go.

"H-how did they have a hold of him?" he asked once he calmed down.

"He was getting back to Tigray after visiting you but he got attacked by some unknown people but the strangest part is that they didn't put him in the cells. Instead they gave him a position in the state and made him say like any ordinary person who is from Gojjam."

"Hummmm" he was in this thought again.

'How could they take my son away from me?

How could they challenge me?

Wait… is Ras Zemede stupid? Eh… no wonder… he is an old man who can't think straight even though I'm older than him… maybe he is immature?'

He was fuming in the inside though he doesn't show it on the outside. "Keep an eye on him even if it takes you to take the risk of stepping in the territory."

"Yes Sir." Bowing one last time he walked out.

*Flash back over, back to the present*

Ras Michael was mad. He has been angry for the past two days.

The door of his office suddenly burst open reviling his most trusted man, Zachary, penting hard as if he run from one end of the world to the other end of the world making Ras Michael's eyes open wide like the door.

"S-sir, my lo-rd, W-we hav-e a good n-news." he said in between his breath and smiling.

'And that is…?" Ras Michael asked also raising his eyebrows in the process.

Zachary fished out a paper out of his chest pocket and handed it to his lord.

It was a letter sent from his son, Wolde Samuel that says not to think too much about him and focus on his own work. That he is doing okay their and that they are not harming him in anyway and that he is already up to help him no matter what.

It also says that he would give him information from Gojjam so that his father could win the war no matter what. This letter made his father's smile come back.