Vulnerability

We burst through the door and we saw father in bed with the royal doctor next to him, father looked so pale and he was sweating profusely, he was sleeping but it looked painful for him to breath. I rushed to his bed side and took his hand in mine... he didn't wake up... he didn't even stir. I could feel my eyes getting hot and tears threating to fall down from the side of my eyes. I felt my lip quivering and a lump in my throat that I couldn't swallow.

My father, the king, the ruler of a great kingdom, looked vulnerable. I felt my body begin to shake and before I knew it I was sobbing. I didn't want to, it wouldn't help any. I needed to stay strong for him, for everyone.

It didn't matter that I wasn't the eldest in the family, or next in line to the throne, I needed to stay strong because I was running a revolution. If I show that I'm weak than everyone else will think that my revolution was weak. I couldn't allow that.

I kissed my father on the cheek and sprinted out of the room, I couldn't let them see me cry, they most likely would have seen me already but I didn't want them to see more of my display of vulnerability. I never like feeling vulnerable and I never liked others looking vulnerable. I wasn't going to ever feel vulnerable again, even if it meant that I didn't get to feel anything again.