Fear: Chapter Two
The funeral was bittersweet.
A farewell to a beloved ruler, the welcoming of Albion's new young king.
A boy of only 16, terrified and unprepared, comforting the 9 year old princess who clung to him for dear life as their mother's body was carried away. A crown, heavy and daunting, a burden placed upon the head of this unlucky successor. An entire kingdom to protect, a beloved sister to raise on his own.
"Are you scared?" she asked, her tiny voice breaking the silence they shared together in the castle garden.
"Yes." he admitted, looking straight ahead as they made their way to the edge of the yard, stopping at the barrier overlooking the city. "Are you?"
"I'm so afraid you'll die too, like mum and dad, and I'll be all alone here." She looked down at her hands, sniffling.
He took a knee in front of her, hands resting on her shoulders, staring into brown eyes that mirrored his own identically.
"I will never leave you, I promise. I'm here to protect you forever."