(This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.)
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‘Ssshhh..’ somebody quieted me as everybody gazed at the
entrance of the massive hall in the beautiful palace.
“Is the king coming?” I whispered, to the person who was
standing right next to me.
“It is one better. The crown..” before he could finish the trumpets
blared and hymns from the local priests flowed and echoed through in the big
chamber.
A man covered in gold ornaments wearing a absolute silk robe
along with resplendent armor walked briskly to the entrance of the hall
followed by his entourage.
“Your highness..” came a messenger running in. The rest of
the bodyguards drew their sword.
“Let him through” commanded the prince in his deep baritone
voice and glared at the messenger. The messenger handed him the scroll and he
opened it to read.
His eyes widened for a second, closed the scroll and
walked in through the red carpet gazing at everybody who stood in the big hall.
His razor sharp eyes pierced through the souls of all the courtiers. He came
closer and closer to where I stood.
I don’t know what the hell I am doing here.
“Who are you?” he commanded in a thundering voice.
Suddenly I could see a blunt force hit my head from the
right side and my head buzzed and suddenly everything went blank.
