13 And He Resembled Her.. (1/2)

The death of Jacob bought widespread mourning. The residents Brookville, mourned for the beloved Prince. He wasn't a typical stoic rude Prince. He was people's Prince.

The tragic death of the Prince, shook the Lord.

Had he knew about this, he wouldn't have allowed her brother to go out in the storm night. It was all his fault. He should have assigned guards for him.

Present day.

The guilt and regret formed an ocean in his heart. The guilt which he could never get rid of.

The cursed himself. One mistake of his, costed a life... his only left familiar's life.

Once again, he was orphaned for the second time.

Placing white lilies near the dead Prince's tomb, Lord Alexander touched the tombstone. His touch looked like as if he was caressing a child. His eyes showed no emotions yet they were soggy.

The gentle breeze caressed his sculpted face.

He stood up, and headed towards his carriage.

He could no long stand it. His guilt and regrets weighed his heart downed.

Getting in the carriage, he ordered the guards to head towards the palace soon. Sooner the better.

Upon reaching the castle, the Lord headed towards the dark corridor.