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You will never be a King.
You will never lead an army or marry a Queen.
Prince and Princesses would never come from your seed.
You will never be a king.
Lately these thought's always kept me up at night. These thought's always made my heart squeeze, like there was an unknown hand made of metal pressing on it and would not stop until it gets squashed and all that left is a bloody gooey mess.
I don't have any ill intentions against the current king nor I wish for an revolt.
Atleast not now.
I have seen far too many Kings who died in cold blood infront of my own eyes.
Well I was the one who penetrated the swords through them.
And it was all for our current King. For whom I took an oath to protect to my last breathe, as soon as I was able to walk. My father being the Head guard for the King supposed that I would want to do the same thing.
He never had time for my mother and me anyways so I don't blame him.
My youth was always filled with swords, knifes, spears, archery, basically every type of weapons and combats known to exist for a man. And with training always came wounds.
Wounds.
Funny how I used to cry, scream and shout even when my finger got pricked my a meaningless needle. And now even if I would lose a limb I doubt I'll shed a tear on it.
Back when I was training I use to be this timid little boy with frail limbs with little muscles to let people know that I wasn't malnourished.
I still remember the last time I cried. My left arm got a huge gash while training with sword and I ran away from there with tears in my eyes and my right arm bleeding holded by my left arm. Moving it even a little hurted like bitch but I was in a flight or fight mode but I knew fight won't get me anywhere.
Well anywhere other than here.
So I ran instead. I ran and ran till I can't breathe anymore and was now standing infront of a large window on the back of the castle. The window was closed thankfully so I leaned upon the wall beside it while still tears running down my face.
That's when the window opened up and there she was.
My breathe got stuck in my throat and I momentarily forgot about my bleeding arm while I looked at her.
