His Worst Mistake

RECORDS...

Troy woke up from his nightmare covered in sweat. In his dream, he was fighting with himself. Then Margot's ghost appeared and killed his two selves. Troy had similar dreams repeatedly.

Troy was breathing heavily, and he looked around his room with panic, and his eyes wide.

Troy calmed down slowly and then slid out of bed.

He walked into his bathroom and ran a bath. He undressed, slipped into the bath, and slumped against one end. He threw his head back and stared at the ceiling.

Troy released a breath and relaxed.

'Just what is going on' he thought.

Troy was tired. He closed his eyes but as soon as he did, various horrid images came rushing through his mind. He could see Margot burning, he could smell the burning flesh. He could hear loud cries of babies and Margot laying on the floor. Margot burnt and her mid-section lay cut open, her guts falling out from the large cut. There was blood everywhere. A baby lay dead in her arms, and she cried blood. Margot stretched her hand to Troy and croaked. "Help me.... Why did you do this to us?" Margot croaked out to Troy.

Troy saw the gory images and sharply opened his eyes. He scrambled in the tub. Water splashed everywhere. Troy struggled to get out of the tub, but he kept slipping. Troy looked up and came face to face with a deathly pale silhouette of Margot. Troy screamed and fell back into the tub, hitting his head against the ceramic edge as he did.

Soon the bathroom was deathly quiet as Troy's bath water slowly turned red.

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*Beep.... beep...beep*

John watched as the doctors scrambled around his liege. There was blood everywhere and Troy was pale. The doctors scrambled to stop the bleeding, bandage Troy and revive his vitals.

"Will he be... okay?" John asked.

"Yes, he will... you may leave now" one of the doctors said.

"But I- "John started to say but was cut off by the Royal Physician

"John...Get out" the older man spat.

John hung his head and then moved to leave the sterile room. He knew he could do nothing whilst in the room. he was only getting in the way of the doctors.

John slumped into one of the chairs by the room.

"God please save him" John prayed.

It was two hours before anyone stepped out of the sterile room.

John shot out of his seat.

"Do-doctor. How is the King?" John asked, his voice frantic.

The Royal Physician looked up to John with an irritated expression.

"The young man will live. He's having some mental issues. John, follow me to my office" The Physician instructed as he turned to leave, a scowl on his face. John could do nothing more than follow the older man.

The older man settled into his chair and John took a seat opposite him.

"Do you know anything about the King's childhood records?" The older man asked grimly.

John was confused and shook his head.

"So the King never told you or gave you anything after you were appointed as Troy's royal companion?" The older man asked, his voice slightly higher.

John raised an eyebrow and thought harder. When he was 13, he was recruited as one of the stewards for the Crown Prince.

Shortly after the Queen Mother's death, he was appointed Troy's royal companion. He would act as Troy's head steward and advisor, through his days as a Crown Prince and as a King and until death.