A tall king with silver hair and a wrinkled faced stood in front of the princess. His eyes were painted with golden flecks and his rosy cheeks seeped into his forehead. He was as quiet as the ocean coast and as proud as a newly found father. The king smiled his hands touching his daughters cheeks. “A grandson.”

She smiled weakly her chestnut hair trailing down to the top of her chest. “You’ve, you’ve saved out lineage- our bloodline.”

She stared down her dark green dress crumpling in her fists. “Darling, are you okay?”

She nodded, then shook her head then cried her head bowing in front of the king.

“I see.” He said sternly.

“Sir Hemagon, take my daughter to her quarters.” A tall knight with dark brunette hair stepped forward and bowed in front of the king, slowly escorting the princess to her room.

The doors had shut.

Note: short but a story nonetheless