The prince saddled on his quest on his mind had made his subconscious gullible to attack by his very ill thoughts, he made away from the wall in which he leaned on and made his way back to the place which he laid by his stockings on the cold floor just to get some rest. As he laid and closed his eyes and went ahead to feel dreamy, he felt a hand arouse him through his sides down to his neck and went to try to fracture his windpipe. The grip on his neck felt like he was being strangled by the shadow he had earlier saw and this time it was the very person he wish he could recognize. He struggled with this shadow of an assailant for a while and he was about to grab his sword and swing he woke up and realized it was just but a nightmare and it wasn’t real as he had more than just enough to pr
