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The Heir to the Throne
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2024-10-29 19:42:56I hurriedly took the King down the stairs and we soon reached a small chamber. I closed the door behind us and laid him down on the small bench. He tried to catch his breath as he winced in pain because of his wide wound. I ripped the curtain from the wall and tied it around his side to stop his bleeding.
“Father, we need to go,” I said to him as his eyes were fixed on the ceiling, “I need to take you to the mausoleum…we are safe there.” I wiped the blood that had caked on his cheek. He did not respond.
“Father…please, we need to go,” I reiterated.
He shook his head from side to side. He took my hand in his palm and held it tight.
“Where’s your crown?” He asked and I quickly reached for my crown and it wasn’t there, it must have fallen on my way to rescue him. He took his crown and placed it on my head, he secured it in place.
“No…” I told him as tears streamed down my face, “I can’t let you do this,” I argued.
He smiled at me and wipe
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