Noah
A crippling headache overcame me as I alighted from the yellow cab. Working behind the counter was energizing and as well stressful.
I smiled as Daniel bowed before exiting. The stairs that led up to the palace was exhausting and time wasting. Keeping my identity hidden was quite easy for me since I had been doing that since I was a kid.
My Grandmother, Queen Meghan was the one who suggested that my identity be hidden till I was an adult because of the panic attacks I developed from the constant flashing of lights from photographers. For weeks, I had to take medications just to feel at ease.
I reminsiced on the day before Grandma passed away. She sent for me while I was horse hiding with Ruby and patted my small hands while she tried hard not to cough out bits of blood but even as a child, I could see the red sticky fluid scattered around the corners of her lips as she opened her lips.
