Prince Lucas was gazing out the palace window, looking out onto the marketplace full of villagers exchanging and selling food. He was mesmerized by all the people hurriedly walking around the square like busy worker bees. It almost looked like a dance, with everyone weaving through the crowds, trying to hurry to their intended destinations.
“Prince Lucas,” someone called behind him. He internally groaned and took a deep breath.
“Yes?” he responded, and turned to look at the guard dressed in his blue and white uniform.
“Your father requests your presence in the throne room,” the guard informed him.
Prince Lucas nodded, immediately leaving the window and walking down the long vaulted hallway that held beautiful painted portraits of the royal family both past and present. Sometimes Prince
