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George groaned in pain as the dagger hit him in the chest. His hands shot up to the wound. His eyes widened as blood started to drench his coat. He was going to die… again. His eyes started to blur as he stumbled, trying to find something to hold on to.
The guards that had killed him laughed.
“Is this the powerful prince consort?”
George fell to his knees. He started to get tired and weaker. He closed his eyes, gasping for air.
Unfortunately, he would never open his eyes again. Not even feeling when he hit the ground.
Weeks later a guard walked into the palace, over to the throne room. He looked at the king and the crown-princess who were talking.
The guard sighed as he walked towards them and bowed. “I have news, your highness.” He spoke.
“Well, speak up.” Rev said, looking at the guard.
“We found a body in the forest. It is him.” The guard spoke.
Rev’s hand shot to his mouth. “No… please.” He whispered. “Please say its not so.”
The crown princess, Amyra, had no expression on her face. Except for a few small tears on her face.
She watched as her father started to cry and ordered everyone to leave the throne room.
Amyra politely bowed and then left the room. All the way to her bedroom she didn't show any emotion. In fact, the one and only time she showed emotion was at midnight when she walked into the stables, tears streaming down her face as she got into the stable of her favorite horse. So closed her eyes as she took the dagger from her pockets and dragged it along her wrists.
The following morning the stable-boys would find her cold and lifeless body.
When the king heard of Amyra's fate, he lost it. He fell to his knees, crying. Two losses in just a few days.
The young prince, Alary, tried to comfort his dad to no avail.
Unbeknownst to anyone, that would be their third loss. The king would slowly lose his mind over time, going crazy from grief until he died of heartbreak.
Leaving only Alary, who got chased out of his own kingdom by other rulers.