A NIGHT OF TORMENT

A NIGHT OF TORMENT

Hours, later Ambrosia was sleeping deeply on Prince Michael’s chest but he was still wide awake. His eyes staring still at the ceiling, as his breathing became slow, and labored. He couldn’t understand his restlessness. He was able to sleep, before but this night was different. The demons were restless, as they taunted him, and poked at his brain, but he was able to deal, with his monsters before, usually they were from his past, during the time of his slavery. He had these demons, from close to 19 years, since he was a slave, from the tender age of eight.

He knew, all his demons, hell even named them, but tonight he, didn’t know what was happening. It seems like new ones had been added to his life, and he didn’t know which was more dangerous. He could hear the thoughts and voices, ironically it sounded like the slave. Her voice, ever so proud, as it chanted to him, in his ears over and over again.

“My name is Princess Eretria. Only friends and people of royal statu