The Crown Prince gets out of bed, loose shirt on their body, walking down the hallway to the bathroom, hallways lit by candlelight. The candles cast spooky shadows on the blood red painted walls. The Prince sighs, opening the door to the bathroom. As they step in, they realise the window is open - no, it was pried open. But it’s already too late. An arm goes around their throat, a dagger pointed to their neck, the man’s breath hot on their face. “Oh highness, what’re you doing all alone?”
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