Is It True? (2)

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Peter

Derek and I began walking the halls of the castle silently. He didn’t pry but left me alone with my thoughts for a while until I was ready to talk.

As a palace guard, I’ve walked these halls for years, but today I am seeing them in an entirely different light. There is a chance that someday all of this could be mine, and the thought horrified me. I inhaled deeply to take it all in, then exhaled to relieve my stress, but it didn’t work.

“What’s going on, Pete?” Derek finally asked.

I sighed and stopped walking, “I don’t know if I can do this,” I placed my hand over my mouth and started pacing from wall to wall.

Derek stood where he was, “Can’t do what?”

I looked up at him then, still pacing back and forth, his hair and eyebrows seemed especially bushy today, but that may