Part 12

As I climbed the stairs, I saw Grand Silva, the oldest and longest servant of the royal family, carrying the tray of food. "Grand Silva, I'll take that." I took the tray to her. "You should have ordered another maid to take it. For whom is it? This food was not even touched."

"That's for the prince, but he says he doesn't feel like eating," grand Silva sighed. "He went berserk again, throwing things around his room."

"Is he always like that?" I asked.

"There is never a day that he is not like that."

"Okay, grand, I'll try to give it to the prince again."

"Thank you, Gemma."

"It's nothing grand." Instead of putting the food in the kitchen, I put it back in Prince Augustus's room.

I stand near his door. The sound of wailing and suffering echoed throughout his room. I didn't knock; I sat on the side while listening to him. There was a pain in my heart that even my tears wanted to drop out of pity for him. "Prince..." a tear tickled my cheek.

I didn't leave until he was calm. I sto