CHAPTER SEVEN

The kings palace looked like heaven on earth, the pillars were made of pure gold and so was his throne, crown and the statue. This was the statue of the past rulers of the kingdom, king Charles was the fifth ruler, when he dies there would be a statue of him as well

hopefully Prince Albert would be the sixth ruler that is if his brothers change their minds about killing him.the doors and windows were made of strong irons, it was impossible to break in unless there was an inner man that would open the doors to let the enemies in.The floor was made of shinning marbles that shined brighter than the future of the kingdom right now.

King Charles was having a meeting with his elders, the meeting began in a low and gentle tune but soon began to sound hostile.

They were arguing about something, Of recent their meeting have always left the king worried and making the old man get closer to his grave so that they would able to successfully carry out their evil plan.

Immediately there was silence in the room as the door opened. Prince Albert had come to see his father, but look on his father's face wasn't a happy one and he had a look of disapproval of his visit. It was evident that they were talking about him.

The Elders bowed their heads at the presence of the prince. But that didn't prove their loyalty. Prince Albert sat beside his father, he began to scan their faces one by one.

One elder was missing, he was the only person that i could trust. As for the rest of them, they must have received expensive gifts from my brothers and many more would be given to them once they succeed in their evil plan and I'm sure that they did not inform the other elder of their visit to the king. They did not feel comfortable with my presence so they had to leave.

"Are you alright father" the old man looked so stressed, I wonder if he has been able to sleep, perhaps he fears that he would die in his sleep. He was battling with a heart condition. His ancestors have been preserving him, I wish he would last for another one year, but the doctor was talking about months and my brothers prayed he wouldn't survive up to three nights.

"How can I be alright when my kingdom is being threatened, why those it have to be now, now that I am at the point of death. They should have waited for me to die first so that I wouldn't have to witness all this." I could feel his pain, not the pain of defeat because my kingdom had the third strongest army in the world but the pain of realizing that my brothers had a hand in this.

It was all because of me, nobody wanted me to rule. I heard the gossip, every one speaking about how weak I was. I wish father could just give this throne to someone else, but he wouldn't and that was why I had to marry Aya.