- The Prouds 64
The king ran to his bedroom as fast as a leopard as
his heart was beat faster and faster, until he reached the
bedroom and opened the door to see a horrible sight.
His beloved Heather, his life, was lying on the bed
with her body, her dress, and the bed covered with blood.
He stood there with his eyes wide open staring at her,
shocked by horror. For a few moments, he stood there
unable to comprehend what had happened. She did not fall
from a horse, break a bone, or sustain some injury. None of
the staff of the palace, guards, or anyone else offended her.
She was murdered and left the world forever.
As he began to comprehend what had happened, he
approached the bed very slowly, fell to his knees, and
begged, “Heather, answer me. Heather, answer me.”
But, she did not answer him, so he held her in his
hands. “Heather, why are you quiet?”
As tears were falling from his eyes like a waterfall, he let
out a shriek louder than he had ever done or would ever do,
“Nooooo!! Nooooo!! Nooooo!!” His body was not big
enough for all the pain and sorrow sweeping through his
heart and burning his soul. The king hugged the queen until
her blood covered his face and clothes.
He said, with his eyes full of tears, with a breaking
voice, “No...do not leave, Heather. Do not leave me alone,
my life... have I not told you several times that you are my
life? Now that you are gone, what can I call what is left of
my lifetime? It is definitely not a life. Do not leave, my
love...”
Then, he started crying aloud, holding his life
tightly.