The king's small gift

Elizabeth seemed to be trapped between reality and a dream, she could hear voices calling onto her, begging her to save them. The cries were getting loud that her head was spinning, she couldn't take it anymore hearing her parents crying for help it was like she was right there when the murder happened. All the agony and despair they were going through she could feel making her feel guilty of not being there to save them or do something

"You should have saved us"the voices spoke as the cries echoed throughout the dark room repeatedly since much that Elizabeth sitting in a corner blocking her ears couldn't take it as she screamed

"It's not real!"she shouted as she opened her eyes still panting and shivering from fear, her heart was racing, and she could feel sweat dripping down her face as she rested her hand on her chest to come down