Chapter 3 I Tragedy

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(JERRY'S P.O.V)

30 years later.

I was in the kitchen making King John a cup of tea.

Once I finished it, I walked back into John's room.

"John, I got your tea," I said as I placed the cup on the nightstand beside the bed.

He didn't respond. He didn't move.

"John?" I said as I gently poked his arm.

Again, he didn't respond or move.

His body felt cold.

I knew immediately that King John was dead.

I felt really sad.

I left the room to tell the others.

I told everyone, and they were all pretty devastated.

We were all gathered in the lounge room.

"So that means that Princess Caitlin is the heir," Jeffery said.

Jeffery's the castle chef. He's new.

"John's firstborn is Princess Carla. She and her mum, Queen Brittany, currently reside in a different country. They fled about 30 years ago. I don't know where." I said.

"So, are we supposed to track her down?" Mary said.

Mary is the other servant.

I nodded my head.

"How are we supposed to do that?" Caitlin asked.

"We'll hire professionals," I replied.

"That sounds like a good plan," Caitlin said.

Everyone agreed.

"I'll call them right now the next of you prepare for the funeral," Caitlin said.

She grabbed the phone and then went on it.

"Hi, yeah, my dad, King John, just died, and the heir to the throne is my sister, Princess Carla. 30 years ago, she and her mum, Queen Brittany, fled to a different country, so can you track them down? Thanks." Georgina said.

She hung up the phone.

"The trackers are going to find Carla." She said.

I felt happy and excited.

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