The Crystal Gate

It started when my step mom sent guards after me, claiming I was a “traitor to the kingdom”. I know it’s a little extreme for breaking a simple rule, or at least, what I thought was a simple rule, but she is the Queen and a very dramatic one at that. I still don’t think I really did anything that deserves an ax to the head or a rope to the neck; all I did was leave the castle! Of course, I’m not supposed to. Ever. But I’ve been locked up in a room with very limited company ever since she married my father, King Henry III, who left the kingdom shortly after with a third of our kingdoms armies to defend a long forgotten ally. This happened over seven years ago, when I was nine. He and the rest of the nights have never been heard of since. The maids have told me he knew he had to leave, and that’s why he married the Queen, so she could watch the kingdom and take care of me, the Kings only child.