Acantha Belrose

Acantha stood next to the prince's bed as he fell asleep. In her eyes, he looked so frail and peaceful in such a state. it was hard to believe that her father wanted him dead, but her father wanted all of the royal family dead. Acantha sat down on the edge of the bed and gently brushed a hair away from the Prince's face. her expression softened slightly seeing him so peaceful despite his condition The Prince had shown her nothing but kindness and joy and yet it would be taken away by her father