The Arrival

Going back to my birth home brought me so much anxiety. The feeling of not knowing and not being in control of my own life was the most unsettling feeling.

There was so much pressure for me to live up to my father’s expectations.

Upon arriving at the dock, my father’s guards were there to pick me up. They seemed to have been waiting.

"Welcome Young King." One of the men said as I walked onto the dock with my bag in hand. He grabbed my bag and walked towards the trunk of the car.

The guard looked like he was in his mid 50's. He was very tall with a heavy voice and a full salt and pepper beard. He was dressed in an all-black suit with royal embroidery.

"Hey, I'm not the king yet." I joked, trying to dilute the seriousness of the guards.