I walked past the fine halls of the castle of Philadelphia that held many memories I took a stern glare at the front gate of the castle it reminded me of the days of shedding blood and dreadful tears and the most tottering part of the war seeing my beloved mother died.
A teardrop was about to roll down my cheeks when I felt a cotton soft touch on my eyelids wiping my tears away, I turned to take a look at the person that wiped my tears before I could take a look, felt a warm wrap of tight hug around me.
The touch felt familiar but unusual as I could raise my head and release myself from the hug there was no one the mysterious person was gone into the shadows all I could see was my self-dumb found among the other maid.
It seemed to be a dream but felt real enough to believe, I went to my room bothered about who it could be that hugged me and also wiped my tears later I realized there was a note on my dress,
Dear Iris,
It was I Clinton who hugged you, all I want you to know is that I am fine and we would surely meet again soon as you already know I am hiding in heidinburg and have sent Bryana and Avian to look after you, I have missed you a lot and I am sure you miss me too, till we meet again.
Love your brother.
I felt raging tears down my cheeks to the ground, I and my brothers don't get along too well but the love had always been there, I just wish things should go back to the way they were, I could not think straight all I wanted to do was to be head the dreadful, devilish and evil king Noan.
All out of anger forgetting the role I had to play to get my kingdom back, I rolled down everything in front of me making them fall and shatter to the cold tile ground, I had never been filled with so much anger and frustration, it was making me go crazy it had been so long I had a sword and if I could get a hold of one I would gladly make that foolish king my first target.
I stood up from the bare ground to lay on the bed, staring at the wall came again old memories it felt like my whole world had flashed before my eyes all I could feel was nothing but distress pain, and anger.
I knew all the tantrum was not worth it, I knew all I needed was little patience and faith so far am not alone I still have my people and I know when they gain awareness of I and my brother Clinton are still alive I know faith and piece would be brought back to the kingdom my father's ancestors had brought up for so many years.
It still seems shocking to me how a bloodthirsty being is a ruler of a whole kingdom, well I know his rule in Bulgaria would surely be with an iron fist.