The prince lays in his bed, in the dark of the night. He felt cold even though he was wrapped in his blankets. He sighed heavily, and his chest ached as he remembered. Suddenly, he heard a noise. It was the footsteps of his loyal butler, bringing him some hot tea. He sat up and opened his eyes, then reached forward and clutched the mug. "Thank you," The prince whispered, his voice raspy from crying. "You are the only one I can trust anymore."