Prince Liam P.O.V
"Sir would you like for me to get you anything to drink?"
"No, thank you kind sir, you get yourself something." I told him, turning to give him a smile.
I was much too preoccupied with what needed to be done now to be stopped in my tracks. I went down the dark stoned staircase and into the main hall. The door that I needed to get through was just a few feet ahead.
"My prince." The guard stated putting his arm out to stop me.
"I must pass this instant." I commanded.
"The king did not call for you..."
"I'm well aware." I said pushing past him and into the grand throne room.
"Father!" I shouted picking up my stride towards him.
He looked up from the peasant kneeling before him. The man's long dirtied robe glided against the floor as he stood up from his position, surprised that I had barged in. He got back down on his knees and bent his head down.
"My Prince." He whispered softly.
"Surprised to see me, I'm sure." I stated motioning for him to stand up.
He stood by the throne a few feet away so I could speak with my father.
"Liam, now is not the time. You are interrupting this session." His deep, hoarse voice mumbled under his breath.
"I realize what I'm doing father. We need to discuss this now." I shot back.
His brown eyes widened at my remark. He looked around toward the guards on both sides of his throne and then to the peasant man standing in the middle of the room.
"Very well, I suppose." He stated fixing his shining gold crown before getting off the throne. He slowly walked towards me, his dark black robe with red rims sweeping the floor as he walked down the steps of his throne to stand by me.
"We shall be back. Come back tomorrow..." He spoke to the peasant, pausing to remember the man's name.
"Tobiath, my king." The peasant spoke surely.
"Yes, that's it." My father replied.
"Farewell your highness." He spoke before turning around to leave the castle.
I stood for a minute, watching as he opened the grand hall doors. A soft breeze made it's way towards us as the huge double doors were slammed shut. I turned back to my father. His shoulder length curly hair framed his old face. The crown that hung on his head contained a dark blood red gem in the middle. A gem that my family had for generations. Even though it was a very dark color, it seemed the have a intimidating glow around it. His hand went up to fix the necklace that hung over his chest, the gem on that matching the same ones he wore on his ring and crown. His face was contorted to confusion, staring at me intensely and folding his arms across his chest.
"Well, what is it, son?" He asked impatiently.
"The woman that has recently been brought here..."

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