Christopher
I watch as Erin walks off with her body guards. What she just said to me doesn’t sit well with me. Something that I need to talk to my father about before it’s too late. Thinking of my father makes me want to cry. I know that crying isn’t supposed be something that I do since I am a prince but I’ve always been emotional.
I take a deep breath and prepare myself to intercept my father. I know that he’ll be angry that I am not in my barracks at training but I need to see him before it’s too late. When news traveled to me of his near death, I almost stopped training and went straight home. Mother convinced me to stay.
I heard some horses coming and made my way towards the sound. Thankfully it was my father’s entourage. I step out.
“Ho!” I heard the footman say. “Who goes there?”
“It’s me, Jeffery.” I holler out.
“Young prince?”
I chuckle. He’s always called me young Prince. “Well, I’m not so young anymore, Jeffery.” I smirk. “It is I.”