Blood dripping

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

"My dreams keep repeating, and in all of them my late older half-brother chases me on his horse with a sword," Aryan complained to the physician, he brought the churchwarden pipe back to his lips and suck on it lightly. He exhaled the smoke, letting the physician bathe in it, the old man took off his monocle and wiped it with his handkerchief. 

"You said after you wake up there is some sort of ringing in your ears?" The physician asked as he picked up the ink brush to take small notes. The prince nodded as he continued smoking casually, that was the only thing that could calm him at the moment, he felt tense and on the edge.

 He woke up irritated but he didn't want to be irrational, his mother had complained about the bodies they kept clearing out of his room, not that he cared about her but as the future Emperor, he couldn't kill all his subjects when he gets too mad.