Candles weren't enough to illuminate the corridors and could hardly even allow anyone to see. He put his hoodie on, to blend to the darkness. He was pretty confident at himself. He walked slowly, enjoying the thrill he's feeling right now, but I'd be nothing compare to the thrill he was gonna feel once he looked at Randolf's eye as the life slowly leaves his body. His heart was beating so fast, he could barely keeping himself from hysterically laughing. He slowly approached to the guards, and killed two of them all by himself. Checked the guards pocket for keys, they should have keys, righ? In case of an emergency the prince might need them. They weren't any keys in the pockets though. He managed to cut the lock down with his sword after and then he saw Randolf with a terrified look on his face, he could even hear his heavy breathing and his hands shaking while holding a sword of his own. It was great to see his pathetic face like that.
Of course he'd be scared, he though, he heard the screams of his guards.
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Crowns are not for kids
FantasyAfter the death of their father, the palace basically belongs to spoiled and sad little prince, and his too diciplened, sometimes too harsh big brother; what could possibly go wrong in the palace?
