The envelope was in the exact same spot as where it was in his dream. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he stare at the paper. He fears that something may happened, knowing how it ended in his dream, he knew everything will proceed in order. He will take the envelope and soon he will be in a celebration in Antares and soon... those innocent people will die.
He cannot help but feel bad but everything is bound to happen.
He grabbed the knife to open the envelope, taking out the letter inside it. Inside was a beautiful, neatly written letter, presumably from Nicholas Wright. He started reading it, but after a couple of lines, his brows started to furrow.
Dear Prince Charles,
