The king was sitting on one of his fancy chairs, holding his forehead in his hands, like he had a headache that he was frustrated by. The slam of a door closing is heard as Henry appears in the room. Grinning madly from ear-to-ear he told his father, "I am so deeply sorry for the slamming of the door, but I wanted to see you, father." A glint of something metallic is seen in one of Henry's hands that is behind his back.

   "Do it," the evil side of Henry whispered in his mind.

    "No, you can't," The reasonable side of Henry begged him inside his mind.

   'I have to,' Henry thought, agreeing with the dark side of himself.

    "Oh hello, Henry. I've been wanting to talk to-" The king was cut off as a knife was thrusted into his chest.

   "I hope you like your gift, father." Henry hissed before laughing insanely, his hand was covered with his father's blood. The king was in front of him, frozen with shock. His mouth was slightly parted and his eyes were widened. Blood was spreading and soaking his clothes from where the knife had been lodged into his chest. Henry then grabbed the knife and yanked it out of his father's chest. He put the knife where it had been stored before he went to his father's room.

    Henry walked over to the king and kissed him on the cheek, before he whispered in his ear, "long live the king." Henry then went out of the room, his father was dying in. Then he walked back into the room after a little while, only a little trace of blood on him and was smiling a cheery smile. He widened his eyes when he saw the king and shrieked, "The king has been wounded, the king has been wounded!" Guards raced into the room to investigate the commotion. They froze when they saw the king's lifeless body, front of his clothing soaked in his own blood.

   "I do not know what happened, but I found him wounded. Will he recover?" Henry asked, fake worry in his voice. Tears that he had forced to form, where starting to slowly trail down his face.

   "I'm afraid not, young sire. I can not seem to be able to find any sign of life. Go inform prince Robert." One of the soldiers demanded another.

   "I'm going to retire to my chamber, I need some time to myself." Henry said while fake crying. He walked out of the room towards his chamber, smirking. He flung open the door and let it swing shut behind him. He brought out the knife he had earlier and walked over to where he had a bucket of water and a cloth. He knew what he was going to do earlier, so he had prepared what he would need.

   Henry started washing the knife to get rid of the blood, then disposed of the water. Henry is seen walked out of the door, knife hidden again but with him. He walks towards his brother's chamber and knocked on the door. Suddenly the knife fell from its hiding spot, clattering on the stone floor. A passersby looked to see where the sudden noise came from, to see Henry near a knife on the ground. The knife still had a red tint from the blood that was previously on it. The person let out a screech from the sight.

   "Shut your mouth," the young prince hissed at the person. They whimpered as a knife was pressed up against their throat. It had only taking a couple of moments for the prince to pick up the knife and bring it up to the person's throat. They whimpered as the knife was pressed up against their throat.

   "Please, someone help me!" They shrieked just before their throat was slit. The prince moved away from the victim, who collapsed and was bleeding out. They coughed up blood onto the floor, struggling to breath.
  
Henry laughed insanely before saying, "Aw, poor little peasant bleeding everywhere. No one to save you, just to watch you." A minute later, the victim coughed up more blood before collapsing and didn't move again. Suddenly a guard passed by and saw the prince, knife in hand, and the dead victim (blood still leaking out of the dead body). He widened his eyes, the sight in front of him setting in. It was long enough for Henry to charge at the guard and lodge the knife into his face. The guard let out a scream of pain, clutching where the knife was.

   Henry yanked out the knife, moving the guard's hands out of the way, and went to stab him again. Before he could though, he was stabbed in the back by his brother. Tears were pouring down Robert's face as he held onto the knife that he had stabbed his younger brother with. "I am so terribly sorry, brother." He apologized as he also collapsed, sobbing from the guilt of what he had done. The younger one froze, with shock at what Robert had done. But then shock turned to anger.

   Henry screamed, a look of fury on his face, "Curse you, curse all of you!" The guard had recovered by now, and grabbed Henry to lock him up. "You will all pay for this," The younger brother screamed as he was being dragged away. Tears slid down Robert's face as he watched his younger brother being dragged away once again.

   "I am sorry, Henry. I am truly sorry," Roberts whispered, not being able to speak any louder. He then walked back into his chamber, feeling numb on the inside.