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Prologue
It was midnight when I heard of my dearest friend at risk of being executed by father.
And at 12:34 am, I opened the castle gates to find Martin Luther, hair looking windswept and clothes dirtied, standing right outside with a hardened, but pleading look on his face.
“Prince Frederick,” he whispered. Brown eyes filled with ninety-five fragments of his heart that would rain upon my kingdom and slice it apart.
I am weak.
I pulled on his arm and led him to the back of the garden to hide. It didn’t matter that I had no idea why he was here, I would let him in the palace doors every time.
In my heart.
In my chambers.