I almost wish we were all butterflies,
And lived but
Three summer days.
Three such days
With you I could fill
With more delight
Than fifty common years could
Ever contain.
-John Keats
"No!" The words tore through his chest and clamped around his throat like a vice, almost strangulating him. "I will never let this happen!" The sun has arisen from the east, golden rouge colour painted across the sky as the maids stopped working, their eyes fixed on the elder prince and ears strained to listen to every bit of juicy gossip they can.
"All of you wait outside please, we need to talk to our brother." Maya commanded and the poor girls all but trotted outside. "Mother, please we need to talk to him, please wait outside." The girls hugged their mother as she kissed both their cheeks, bless
