Jun 27, 2017
@adelaidcsx
The former heir of England was a shadow of the man he used to be. He knew that the truth would make its way to the castle soon enough, and there was nothing he could do about it. He heard whispers, giggles, and chatter anywhere he went. Even the village where he could walk amongst common folk was no longer safe. He was a walking joke, a living death. He found himself sitting by the lake, wanting nothing more than silence before hearing a figure making its way to him. “Who’s there?” he asked, clenching his sword. He had grown cynical, sad, and worried ever since the reveal.
