Thirty-Four:
Prince Henry
Very early in the morning, I woke with a feeling that there was something wrong. I couldn’t tell you how or why I knew. Only that a sense of dread filled my stomach from the moment I woke and didn’t seem to lesson any time soon. As the day wore on, I attended my classes. But around mid-morning, something seemed to change.
There was a knock on the classroom door. There was a palace guard there. He gestured to my teacher, whispered something to her, and then she glanced at me. “Prince Henry,” she said, “it seems you…. you are required at home, your highness. Immediately.”
I glanced from the palace guard to my teacher. I wanted desperately to know what was happening, but I knew that they wouldn’t dare talk about royal business in front of my classmates.
