Prolouge

My hands... They are stained with blood... My father's blood.

The king is dead! Guards, help! The king is dead!

Catch him! 

No! I didn't do it!I wasn't the one who killed my own father!

Do not lose him!

At this moment, Edward woke up in sweat.

"Are you okay, Edward?" Jane asked sleepily, who was awakened by the noise of him shouting in his sleep.

"Yeah I'm okay. Just... Just get back to bed."

"Whatever you say so. We got a long day tomorrow, so get some sleep while you can."

Even though Edward lied down, his mind couldn't not stop racing about that fateful night where he seen his own father's lifeless body on the ground in a puddle of blood, that fateful day which he was dethroned as a prince, forced to live in hiding forever.

Finally, exhausted by the thought of what's to come tomorrow, he fell into a deep, deep sleep. 

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems :D

Critique my prologue please