My entire vision went dark and the scent of the dust attacked my nose.The dust had rushed towards me to fast that I wasn't able to avoid it in time.The white flower powder scent was over thrown by the dust.The instance the dust got in to my eyes, I let out a loud scream at how much it burned.I scrambled out of my seat but I didn't even make it a step away as my knees buckled and I fell down.My eyes were burning, my entire face was itchy and my throat was closing up.I coughed multiple times and tried to rub the dust out of my eyes by the back of my hands but it did nothing to help.I felt hands on my shoulders and some one was shaking me. But my ears were blocked and ringing.I couldn't hear or see around me and that scared me.Tears escaped my tightly shut eyes and rounds and rounds of sobs escaped my throat.I wanted to rip the thick cloth off my face but I was too scared that it might make it worse.I struggled on the floor and I was close to passing out when I felt myself get

The silence was deafening.As soon as the King had called out the two brothers names, everything felt still. The cheers had instantly stopped and the large training hall was suddenly filled with a heavy silence.Prince Barlion stared at his father without his expression changing. But from the settle way his hand squeezed his sword until his knuckles turned white. He tilted his head to the left as he stared at his father.Turning my eyes to the front of the stair chairs, I looked at the highest of the royal family.I couldn't quite see their faces but from how tight the Queen's shoulders were, I could tell that she wasn't happy with what her husband had said. But she didn't oppose."Prince Barlion verses Prince Victor, it is." Sir Hunder announced, forcing out attentions to the center of the training hall.I haven't realized that Prince Victor was among the men training until the very moment he stepped out from with in the crowed of trainees and stepped to the center.Leaning forward,

Running my fingers through my hair, I let out a sigh.I wanted to take the thick cloth off my face and relieve my skin but I couldn't.What if he wakes up and sees me without my cloth? He would definitely be man, wouldn't he?Letting out another sigh, I looked over to my husband, still sleeping on his bed.It had been a couple of hours since I closed up his cut. And once his head had hit the pillow, he was knocked out and still hasn't woken up.It's dark outside and they would soon be expecting him to join them for dinner.But seeing as he was out cold, there as no way he would make it there.Turning my eyes to him, I watched as a single sweat dripped down the side of his head.I stood up with a cloth in my hand and sat next to him to dab it against his forehead.After wiping the sweat off his forehead and eyebrows, I dropped the cloth on the small table next to his bed and just stared at him.He was still pale and his lips were dry and ashy. He would probably be thirsty when he wakes

The next morning, I woke up alone in bed.The previous night, after Prince Barlion had went to sleep, I had moved one of the chair closer to the bed. I had sat on the chair and leaned my head on my forearms, which were supported by the edge of the bed right next to Prince Barlion's hand.So it didn't make sense that I woke up in the bed, under the covers, next to the spot where Prince Barlion was suppose to be sleeping.When I looked around the chamber, I didn't spot him. Remembering how hurt he had been the previous day, I got worried.Quickly tearing the cover off my body, I climbed out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom without even putting on my shoes. Opening the bathroom doo, I looked inside to find it empty. Taking in a deep breath, I rushed out of the bathroom and made my way to his study. Pushing open the study door, I called out his name.I had expected to see him struggling with his wound like I had found him the previous day. But instead, I saw him sitting behind his

Looking around the council chambers, I tried not to show my emotions.I painted a steel for my expression, not letting a single thing get past my face.I didn't want to let them know how much I hated most of them.Trying to keep my eyes from glaring daggers at some of the council men.Other than My uncle Jeremy, every single one of them have rejected my claim to the throne.Uncle Hero, who is the third brother to my father, had always followed the King's words. If my father says jump, then Uncle Hero would say how long. If my father says I will not get the crown, then Uncle Hero would make sure that I don't get the crown.Even though Uncle Hero is in charge of Civilian Relations and is a well known and respected royal amongst the people, he still lacks a backbone when it comes to my father.Uncle Jeremy had told me that Uncle Hero used to be an up eight man who followed his beliefs. But after his wife died giving birth to his son Jeremaya, he became a shell of a man, always letting f