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It's a particularly warm night, the bedroom windows are open the sheer curtains flutter slightly with the warm summer almost monsoon breeze and moonlight flitters on the floor, your four poster bed is tucked neatly back against the wall giving you a perfect view of the window and balcony beneath, it's warm, you're feverish, you cannot sleep. Tossing and turning...is it the heat? Is it nausea? Or is it the unnerving out in your stomach? You asked for an angel, begged for one every night, a guardian a protector, a friend...someone to keep you safe and loved...yet now You can feel unseen eyes watching you....like they have been for weeks...when a shadow flittered just from your peripheral view, their shadow stalking you both in day and night and then the gifts, the items that would go missing then randomly be returned....no one believed you, you the youngest royal of a prominent family...and now here you are...frozen in bed as a figure stands silently on your balcony watching you with two glowing eyes as he approaches