Prince Henry was close to ascend to the throne after his parents passed away. His sister, jealous that he would get the throne instead, decided to hire an assassin to kill him.
Going through the dark web in the internet, she contacted an assassin...
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Henry's Perspective
I was never fond of parties and balls.
Duchesses, royals, the elite of the elite all gathered around in dresses and suits that was altogether probably enough to buy an entire country. The laughter of rich ladies to the talks of old men rambling along about wars and sneakily smoking cigars outside of the palace filled the air.
"Thank you all for attending the second annual Winter's Ball to raise awareness for Cleft Lip," a brief applause was made as Madam Bernice made her speech. "Let's all have a lovely night shall we?"
I rolled my eyes. This ball, like all the other balls Bernice had thrown, was just another excuse for her daughter to find a rich man who could secure the Winfred name for another generation.
"My oh my, would you look at Elianah?" I looked over my shoulder to find my best friend, Simon biting his lip. "Henry, you know what they say, wine left longer alone, is better."
I simply laughed at my friend. "Who says that?"
"I honestly don't know, I just made that up in my head to be honest," he retorted.
The only thing that I found amusing about these parties, besides talking to Marissa, was Simon's banter. I had met Simon 17 years ago, when we were a mere 7 years old at his birthday party. He thought it would be fun if we played in his parent's bedroom while they were away and we ended up breaking a part of a precious 16th century statue's nose that Simon had accidentally crashed into while jumping off the bed. All of the party kids had fled at the moment, except me and Marissa.
Marissa has always been the smarter one out of all of us and immediately searched for glue around the house. She crushed up a packet of Smarties that was given out as initial treats to the kids and grinded the smarties. Although we were skeptical at first, she managed to glue the nose back on and fill the small cracks with a bit of glue and crushed up smarties.
Simon's parent's never found out luckily—a part of it being thanks to the pact he had us agree to.
"You have to swear it!" Simon yelled.
"I am not going to lie to your parents," Marissa retorted.
"Come on, no one's going to know! And what was the point of fixing the statue in the first place if you didn't want them to know?" I pleaded to Marissa.
"Henry, you are the next King of Estherfold. The maids of Simon's palace are going to come in to his parent's room and see a broken statue. Do you really think they're going to think Simon did this? Simon, who's parents give them their money? Or maybe the easier target, Prince Henry of Estherfold," Marissa said.
