The castle was deadly silent. Everywhere you looked were dead people; dead ladies in waiting, dead servants, dead soldiers, dead ministers, hell, even your dead father, the King, who had the look of absolute shock on his face. You hid in the secret room behind your bookshelf, a room that your father had built for your safety. You picked up a stray sword that laid near your feet and held it at your front, ready for anything. Soon, you could hear the faint murmurings of a man and grunts of pain from someone else.