Royal Ambitions

Chapter 6: The King's Hatred

I woke up and stood in my hut. Outside was pure red. I grabbed my sword and ran outside. I was in the palace, the throne room specifically. On the throne sat my prince. The crown topped his head. 

"My King! The fog-folk attacked your Mercenaries! The survivors said that a knight was with them, fighting alongside them" the words came from an advisor that I hadn't noticed before.

"Impossible, why would one of my knights fight with the wild fog-folk?" His voice was soft and angry.

"I-I do not know my king"

"Then leave me!" His hair was messy and his clothes were like scraps. He obviously had been stressed.

I spoke, possibly out of line, "My king, May I suggest sending an assassin to hunt down and bring back this knight? Alive of course?"

"That is... not a bad idea. Go then, find an assassin and bring him to me"

I left the building and when I opened the door I shot awake. My body was drenched in cold sweat and my breathing was sharp. It's been weeks since the attack, no forces have arrived yet so why am I still dreaming about the ground came quick to my face. Luckily I  caught myself on the bed.

"Why..." 

"Who's there?"

"Why did you leave me?"

"I didn't leave anyone." I replied.

"You left me all alone that day."

"Shut up!"

"I-I'm sorry, are you okay?" The voice was different. It was the woman who healed me

"Yeah I'm fine... thanks."