The door opened, and i stepped in the majestic room. 'Ah, Mr. Seymour you have arrived. I know you are exhausted, but I have something to discuss with you, personally.'

And so, the gurads left the room.

'Of course my King, it is my honour. What is it that you want to discuss with me?' I asked.

'Well, Seymour, you see, Henry and I are brothers, and I really don't know what to do with him. He betrayed me, betrayed the whole kingdom, and his crime is unforgivable. But, I really have no means of killing him. So what do you think i should do Seymour?' the King asked.

'My King, brothers or not, Henry should be sentenced to death for commiting this crime, since 10 centuries ago, no royal blood has ever betrayed the Kingdom, I personally think that this should not be tolerated, as this will motivate others to follow. We should finish him as fast as we are able.' I answered.

'Yes, though it's a tough decision, but what has to be done, has to be done. Spread my word, Henry the treacherer, will be sentenced to death by dawn tomorrow.'

'Yes my King.'I replied

Just as I was going to spread the words, someone knocked the door ferociously.

'Who is it that is creating such a noise!' I bellowed.

'It is I, Peter Buckley, sir.' answered the noise maker.

'Come in.' King Gideon boomed.

'What is it that is making you sweating like that Peter? Did you just run from Garniad to Laderon?' I inquired.

'No sir, I ran here to inform you that a tragedy has happened.' Peter replied.
'What is it?' the King and I asked together.

'Sir....., Prince Henry, has escaped.'

'What are you talking about? Are you sure? How...how, I ordered fifteen guards to guard his cell! How did he escape?' I asked with rage.
'Sir, the guards, they say that he just, disappeared into thin air.' he
replied.

'What nonsense is this! How could he possibly disappear into thin air?' I asked. At this time, I felt like i could've just blast, my face was turning scarlet red, and i feel my eyes redening.

'Calm down Seymour, rage isn't getting us anywhere, i think it would be wise for you to go get a rest first, then only you go capture Henry, I wouldn't want you to be sick, now would I?' the King said calmly.

'My King, this is something terrible, this...this....this cannot happen. I must....'
King Gideon didnt let me finish my words

' Seymour, go get a rest first, you need to be calm and steady first, then only you can capture Henry.'

'But my King...'

'This is an order' said King Gideon, with a smile.

' Yes my King, I will be at my room, if you need anything, just ask a guard to inform me. Have a pleasent day my King.'


And so I went walked back to my room, my feet felt heavier, each step i took was so hard, I was asking myself, how could i let this happen! How could I!
Just as I was about to lie down and take a rest, someone knocked the door, and shouted

'Sir Seymour! Sir Seymour, our King is, our King is......dead!

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What happened to King Gideon? The next post of this prologue will tell you.