The Guardian of The Lamb

The Sick Prince

A tall handsome king with broad shoulders and long light blonde hair stood by a pair of twin doors. He held his arms crossed and tried not to nervously scratch his beard. He heard the light smack of skin and then a small baby cry. His eyes widened and he threw open the doors. A woman lay in a bed in a cold sweat more pale then a white duck. She held a small wrapped up child as she cleaned it's face with a small dark red cloth. The Kings eyes shown as he reached the bed side.

"It's a boy." The woman said with a large smile.

The king smiled so large his beard hairs curled. The nurse tapped his shoulder and he glanced over to her serious but upset face.

"Your highness. May I talk to you." She asked.

The king nodded and lead the way out the doors. The woman looked up and sighed.

"Isn't he handsome? I'm thinking of naming the young lad Tino." He smiled.

"Your highness. I'm sorry to tell you but, your son is not well." She said biting her lip.

"Unwell?" He asked.

"He's a very sick child your highness, if he doesn't have constant care he will not make it." She feared.

The man stopped and stroked his beard stressfully. He wanted to keep his son alive but if he did the child would live his life behind constant pain and medication. He would never be able to be king with such health. Most kings would put the poor child to sleep. But the king was in love with his new baby boy. His wife would be heart broken.

"Tell the healer that I'll pay him twice his wage to be my sons personal aid, I'm not giving up on that boy." The king answered.

The woman felt sorry for the king yet she was very glad that he was so caring. She nodded and disappeared into the room.

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Three or four months had passed since Prince Tino's birth. Despite his frail body he was always very happy and laughing. This gave his father hope. However the king was worried. His neighbouring country, the large and feared Russia was on the prowl. His sick son was a perfect target for this land hungry Russian emperor. The king had watch on the sick Prince every night. He was now heading to meet his wife so they could rest.

However, that night the Russian soldiers were already on their way to take advantage of the kings weakness. The young and beautiful Prince Tino slept soundly in his carriage. The Guard outside stood tall and strong. However the one guard was not enough to handle the two massive Russian men who ambushed him. When the guard was knocked unconscious the two men opened the door. One male picked up the child wrapping him in his dark clothes. The small boy did not wake up for his body was exhausted. The men were able to escape with the prince out into the freezing cold snow.

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The king tossed and turned in his large kingly bed. He looked over to his sleepy queen. She opened her soft violet eyes tiredly.

"Darling?" She whispered.

The king kissed his wives forehead and pet her soft light brown hair.

"I'll be back, go to sleep." He smiled.

She lightly lifted her lips in a soft smile. She rested her head into the pillow as her husband stood out of the bed. His heart was pounding. He felt uneasy, like something was wrong.

"Tino." He gasped feeling a loss.

He rushed threw the large candlelit castle to the bedroom of the young prince. His eyes flashed when he saw the guards body laid across the floor. He shook the male but he made no sound. He pushed open the bedroom door and raced to the cradle. There his heart dropped and his eyes filled with fear and anger.

"Guards! GUARDS!" He bellowed. "My son! The Prince has been kidnapped!"