Under my blankets, I felt safe and secure. As if nothing could touch me here. The silk from my bed sheets was soft and smooth across my skin, hugging me in its warm embrace. Terrified, I couldn’t move and heard a knock at the door. Heart pounding in my chest. I leapt from my bed and went to dry my eyes as I hollered “Come in” and heard the door click as a guard entered my room.
“Prince Cyrus, you’re wanted in the throne room. Your King father has summoned you.”
My heart dropped to my stomach. Had they found out this quick? Was I charged as a murderer? What would my father do to me or punish me with? Too afraid to look at the guard, as they would know my guilt by one glance I felt, I asked,
“What for?”
“A boy found with his neck broke in the
“Prince Cyrus, you’re wanted in the throne room. Your King father has summoned you.”
My heart dropped to my stomach. Had they found out this quick? Was I charged as a murderer? What would my father do to me or punish me with? Too afraid to look at the guard, as they would know my guilt by one glance I felt, I asked,
“What for?”
“A boy found with his neck broke in the