sorry this is a few days late, school started again lol
also, sorry this really short!!
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The walls were closing in. The king was suffocating. The room was hot and the clock was ticking,
His mind moved faster than his hands. Thoughts bursted into his mind without warning, causing him to spill ink on his new coat. Whatever, he doesn't have time for this.
What was he supposed to be writing? He doesn't remember. Was it important? Must be to warrant that kind of carelessness.
The king is thirsty. His tea is empty. That was his fourth cup. Or was it his fifth? He wants another one regardless.
Time is running out. The walls were getting closer. It was getting hotter. Where are his brothers? The clock ticks on.
Exhaustion weighed heavy on the king. His eyes drooped, his hand was sore. Maybe just rest for a few seconds- no. He has got to keep going, fatigue is weakness and weakness means fatal.
He needs more tea.
Most of the words on his parchment were smudged. The king was using borrowed time. Amber hair fell into olive eyes. He can't see. Oh well, time is scarce.
A frantic knock echoes in the king's scorching hot chamber. Who was it? It seemed urgent. The doors bursted open.
The final troops had fallen. The walls closed in. Time was up. The clock has stopped. The writing stilled. The cold front has returned.
