Author's Note: I am so sorry for all the readers of Gold. I just became extremely busy because of my masters' degree and my actuarial exams. That's why I am putting this fic. I challenge myself to write each chapter within 500 words. This story is set in the middle ages. :-)
Without further ado, here's the fic!
Prince Tommy paced around his chamber, his sweaty hands closing upon each other as if in prayer. Actually, he wished that he could pray. But in his current state of mind, he cannot even tie two words together. His mother, Queen Dulcea, sat on his bed as she beseechingly watched her son slowly slip into madness.
A lot of things happened during the past twenty four hours. Last night, Prince Tommy had the shock of his life. And now, he just had the greatest heartbreak. On both occasions, Queen Dulcea was there to comfort her son, but then, there are times that a mother's comfort wasn't enough, and it was unfortunate that hers wasn't enough on both occasions.
How on Earth did I get so stupid?
It was the question which had been running in the Prince's mind since he realized his greatest mistake. He knew he had an incredibly dim memory, but intelligence was another thing. He had many questions in life and the answer was right there, staring him in the face.
But he never knew.
The Queen finally decided to break the silence. "It wasn't your fault, my son".
That's the same thing she said the night before.
How can she have the nerve to say that? Of course, it's my fault! Hasn't she realized that?
