The Finding

The prince rushed into the room so fast he nearly took the door off its hinges. He found what he had feared. His new wife, the only one he had ever loved lying dead. Her scarlet blood soaking into the pink upholstry of the chair she had gotten only the day before. He sank onto his knees beside her. He choked out a sob. Tears ran out of his eyes and onto the dress of his bride's corpse. In his mind he saw her agreeing to marry him, saying "I do", then dancing with him and whispering "I love you" in his ear. Anouther sob ripped through his body. Just then the rest of the royal court, that he had left behind, ran in. The only sounds in the room where the prince's cries and the gasps of the court.