"We all walk in the dark and each of us must learn to turn on his or her own light." ~ Earl Nightingale.
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The King entered the empty chapel where he found his son seated in a far corner. His head pressed against the bench that sat infront of him. He looked in distress, with him an inhaler in hand that he kept shaking over and over repeatedly but he wasn't using it. King Dysmas had not made a move or a step, he stood near the wooden door staring at his son who seemed oblivious to his presence. A statue of the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ stood out front on the pulpit. A maroon carpet adorned the pulpit, a few green plants laid just next to the 6ft windows in the chapel.
The King took a slow soft steps towards where Prince Alexius sat. Prince Alexius blonde hair was perfectly styled, his
