A Prince long thought dead, a revolution at his heels, and a mission to kill his father. Elijah had never wanted to see that castle, the one that had brought so much pain in his life, but here he was, marching back to it, ready to take his rightful place on the throne.
A series of short stories, diving into the idea of mortality, choices, fear and hope, and coping with loss. Are we alone the drivers of our fate, or is something bigger than ourselves in charge? How many stories pass through the doors of the same hospital, and how many endings leave those same doors?
**Original story. Plot and characters are mine and mine alone.**