“Let not this gloomy place or dark deed color your future, my prince. This chamber can once again become gay. His banners can be taken down and some light let in,” I said, laying hold of one of the mauve curtains. I pulled it back and let the sun into the musty room. The prince seemed dazed as the light struck his eyes, and he gazed out the window in breathless silence. “It’s a new day,” I added. “You have been in here long, but a king may not mourn his enemies; his joys and sorrows belong to his people.”
Drabble Series: The Morning King
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