**WARNING!** Heavy use of language and violence is present. Some scenes may not be suitable for younger readers.
This book, "Regal Rift," is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidenta...
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Rhys stood watchful at the door, his duty clear to ensure that the Prince was safe. Guarding Prince Lyxander was not just an assignment for him it was just a part of his personal mission.
As the night wore on and the prince slept peacefully, Rhys remained ever vigilant, his mind consumed by thoughts of his own purpose.
When the royal guards approached him with concern. He offered him some respite but Rhys declined.
Their offers of help were met with Rhys's steadfast determination. He couldn't afford to let anyone else take over his post, not when so much depended on his vigilance.
"Thank you, but I'm fine," he assured them. "Guarding the prince is my responsibility alone."
As the guards left, Rhys's resolve only grew stronger.
"Rest is not in my vocabulary " his voice low as he reminded to himself.
Guarding the prince was a welcome distraction from his own inner turmoil. It was more than just a duty for him but it was a means to an end, a step closer to achieving his ultimate goal.
Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Rhys ventured out into the castle halls, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the night as he made his way to the balcony.
Rhys stood alone while the tranquility of the night stretching out before him like a vast, empty expanse.
The moon casts its gentle glow across the landscape, bathing everything in a soft, ethereal light.
For many, it was a scene of serene beauty, a time for reflection and contemplation. But for Rhys, it was a reminder of everything he despised.
The tranquility of the night only served to amplify his feelings of loneliness, reminding him that he was alone in a world that seemed to have no place for him.
He hated the peacefulness of the night, the way it mocked him with its silence, reminding him of his own isolation.
As he gazed out into the darkness, memories of his past flooded his mind, each one more painful than the last.
From a young age, Rhys had known that he was different from those around him. While others slept peacefully, he remained wide awake, his mind restless and tormented by thoughts of his own existence.
It was a burden he had carried with him for as long as he could remember, a constant reminder of his own otherness in a world that prized conformity above all else. And yet, it was also a gift one that had shaped him into who he was today.
As the night slowly turned to day, Rhys remained vigilant at his post outside Prince Lyxander's chambers.
His eyes, sharp and unwavering, reflected the commitment he held for his mission. Just before the prince awoke, a royal guard approached him, breaking the stillness of the early morning.
