Arthur von Frostreich, with his striking white hair and piercing red eyes, woke up from a coma, he is slowly adjusting to the dim light in the room. He looked at his hands, and they seemed so thin. The maid, Elara, entered the room, and her eyes widened in shock upon seeing Arthur awake. She rushed out of the room, calling for the doctor.

A while later, the doctor arrived, checking Arthur's condition with a mixture of surprise and concern. "He needs to rest for a month and eat healthy foods," the doctor said, his voice firm but gentle. "He's been through a lot."

Arthur's eyes locked onto the doctor, his voice weak but determined. "What happened?" he asked, his words barely above a whisper.

Elara's expression turned somber. "You've been in a coma for 10 years, Arthur. Many things have changed."

Arthur's eyes widened, his mind racing with questions. "What about my father and mother?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of fear and anticipation.

Elara's eyes dropped, and she hesitated before speaking. "Your father is sick, and your mother... she was killed in an assassination 6 years ago."

Arthur's face fell, his mind shocked with the news. He couldn't believe that his mother, the kind and gentle queen, was gone. He felt a pang of sadness, but he knew he had to be strong.

"Who's managing the kingdom?" he asked, his voice firming up.

Elara's expression turned cold. "The officials are in charge, but the kingdom is in a state of breaking down. You need to rest, Arthur."

Arthur nodded, his mind racing with thoughts and plans. He knew he had a long road ahead of him, but he was determined to restore the kingdom to its former glory.

A week later, Arthur started going outside, watching as the castle was in shambles. The garden was dying, and there were cracks in the floor and walls. He asked to Elara, "Where is the one in charge here?"

Elara's expression calmly spoke. "He's in the tavern, drinking."

Arthur's eyes narrowed. He knew exactly what he had to do. "Assemble the knights. We're going to capture the people involved in this case."

Arthur and the knights arrived at the tavern, their presence causing a commotion. The knights surrounded the tavern and they slowly made their way to the man in charge, Evan. The knights seized Evan, holding him tightly as Arthur approached.

"Where is the money you took?" Arthur demanded, his voice cold and authoritative.

Evan struggled against the guards, but they held him fast. "You'll never prove anything," he sneered.

Arthur's eyes flashed with anger, but he kept his composure. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with determination. "Take him away. We'll sort this out in the dungeons."

Arthur continued to capture everyone involved and locked them all in the prison to interrogate them one by one. The guards interrogated the people, but they stayed silent. Arthur's patience wore thin, and he declared, "If someone speaks up, I'll forget everything here."

One person spoke up, a man named Gerald. "I-I'm the one responsible for the taxes," he stuttered. "I spent them all." He looked up at Arthur with a desperate expression. "Can I be released now?"

Arthur's expression was unreadable. "Yes, you're free to go."

The guards released Gerald, but as he walked away, Arthur whispered to one of the guards, "Kill him silently." The guard nodded, and Gerald's fate was sealed.

The people began to talk, one by one, revealing the extent of the corruption and deceit that had plagued the kingdom. Arthur listened intently, his face growing grimmer with each passing moment. He realized that almost everyone was involved and that he would need to gather a loyal team to govern the kingdom.

With a sense of determination, Arthur made his way to the king's chambers, eager to speak with his sick father and discuss the future of the kingdom. As he entered the room, he saw his father lying in bed, his face pale and weak.

"Father," Arthur said, his voice softening.

The king's eyes fluttered open, and a faint smile crossed his lips. "Arthur... my son," he whispered.

Arthur's heart ached as he saw his father's condition. He knew he had a long road ahead of him, but he was determined to restore the kingdom to its former glory.

"I'll do everything to restore the kingdom, Father," Arthur said, his voice filled with determination. "I promise."

The king's eyes locked onto Arthur's, a glimmer of hope in them. "I know you will, son. You're the only one who can save our kingdom."

Arthur nodded, his mind racing with thoughts and plans. He knew he had a lot of work ahead of him, but he was ready to face the challenge.

As he left the king's chambers, Arthur felt a sense of determination wash over him. He was ready to take on the task of restoring the kingdom, and he would stop at nothing to achieve his goal.