His Untimely Death

The prince was breathing heavily; his left hand holding the wound on his torso while his blood drips to the floor. He looked at the crown sitting on the floor; something that will be given to him in a few more days to come since he’s a son of the king, the master of all nobility. He was the heir to the throne.

His older brother’s eyes, burning with the fire of jealousy, took a step towards him as he clenched more onto the bloodied knife, ready to kill for power, with only dead guards to watch over their so-called future king.