Ezekiel groaned softly feeling the pressure on his head. He massaged his forehead a little roughly in frustration.
“Your Highness, you must…” Sir Marcus paused when he saw Ezekiel raise his hand.
"I'm fine," Ezekiel said flatly.
“But you haven't slept for three days…” his Aide, Sir Marcus looked so worried to see him.
But Ezekiel felt work was better than sleep. If he slept–no. Closing his eyes was enough to make him see the shadow of that day. Harriet's pale face called out to her husband and her frail back at the edge of the flower field.
That's when they heard a sound from outside the door—like the sound of rapid footsteps.
DRAP DRAP DRAP
CRASH!
His office door opened, and Ezekiel saw a beautiful woman in a white dress appear before him.
“Your Highness!”
And a split second lat
