- Laith Taher 65
He kept holding her and crying loudly for quite
some time, and then he stopped as he noticed the wrapped
letter on the bed.
He opened the letter and read it.
“This is your punishment for what you did to the
Three Guardians, you spoiled lad.
Best regards,
Frederick, son of Albert.”
He threw the letter on the floor, then put the queen
on the bed and lay beside her, holding her.
He said slowly and quietly, with her blood all over
his face, hands, and clothes, “Why? Why? Why? I wish
they had taken away my entire kingdom, family, and
money and left you, Heather. I loved you like no other man
has ever loved a woman. My love for you was greater than
all the love all people in the entire universe have and will
ever have for one another.”
He wished he was not born a prince and had not
become a king. He wished he was an ordinary man from
the general public in return for a long happy life with
Heather.
He remembered what he told his mother when his
father died. “I don’t want any of my loved ones to die... I
don’t want that.”
He remembered how he met Heather for the first
time and how happily he lived with her. He remembered all