Kingdom of Tareeya Lacey
It was supposed to be a good day, an important day for the family.
Sparks of emotion flew around the room, excitement, joyous over the moons. Fizzing and popping. A new child, another heir. Was being born. I remember my father was pacing down the throne room. All his friends had come back from their morning jousting on the grounds.
I was standing on the chair. All we did was wait, all we did was watch my father pace the room.
I did say it was supposed to be a good day.
But a simple knock on the door. Low mumblings had haunted my father. This being his nightmare he had carried to the grave. The sky had darkened, a gloomy overcast haunted the sky. Forever after he seemed to stick to him a cloud above his head.
He had sat down. He had stared blankly. He had cried. He had pleaded to the lords. He had gasped. He had thrown glass on the floor.
Deadly glances travelled across the room unsure if they should help or let the storm pass. Oh how they should have helped. Things would have been so different,
Uncle Lowel had put me to bed from then on. From then on I didn't see my father often. Nor did my little sister know why she had been pushed away.
But they should have helped him, then and after.
Because four years later on the day his wife had passed and his daughter was born; he couldn't handle the guilt. And he killed himself. That's how the story goes...
I did say it was supposed to be a good day. Didn't i?
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Crown On My Head
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