• The Prouds 206

Chapter Twenty-Nine

The next day after the break-in, King Matthew sat in one of
the rooms of the palace on a precious red chair garnished
with gold. His son, Prince Harlem sat on a similar chair,
while a servant stood and poured coffee for the king
repeatedly.
“We need to be more careful and tighten the guard
on you and me wherever we go,” said the king. “This lad is
crazy and he, or anyone from his tribe, might attempt to
assassinate one or both of us.”
He paused for a while then continued, “You are my
only son, Harlem, and I want you to take care of yourself.”
The son nodded as a blood-soaked white cloth was
wrapped around his neck, covering the wound inflicted on
him by Jarvis.
Both of them were extremely mad for what had
happened as their pride was hurt.
As the father and son talked, a very beautiful
woman approached. Her eyes were big as the sky and as
blue as the sea. Her complexion was as white as snow. Her
hair was long and as black as the night. Her lips were as
pink as flowers. She was very tall with a body of a deer.
She was wearing a very beautiful dress and putting a
fascinating perfume.