The Young Prince

Within a large, heavily guarded room, a man sat seething with rage. The King, Eadric, had been moments away from retiring for the night when the sound of an explosion tore through the palace grounds. Before he could fully comprehend the situation, Royal Guards surrounded him, relaying the unthinkable—an attack on the Royal Palace.

This was the first time something like this had happened since his reign.

‘They dare to insult me like this,’ he thought, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His fury simmered beneath the surface, threatening to boil over.

Sensing her husband’s turmoil, Queen Cecile reached for his hand, wrapping her delicate fingers around his. She offered no words, but the silent gesture spoke volumes, grounding him amidst the storm of emotions.

After waiting a little for Elora and her guest, the attack on the main hall happened less than a minute after she left with Celestia.