10 Down With The King.

Maxwell Sorrentino sat very still on the bed, the infant sleeping peacefully in his arms, and just stared. Helena was gone. Like a vision, her mannerisms began to play in his mind. Her smile, the bounce of her dark curls, the way she tapped at her head randomly when she was confused or distracted, he would never see any of that again. Sorrentino truly would have sat in that trance forever were it not for sudden loud shouts that began to erupt in the castle. He snapped back to reality and jumped up. What could be happening? The midwives were still there staring at him, pain written in their eyes. Sorrentino suddenly realised how hard this was for them too. No one wanted to lose a patient. The commotion outside was getting louder now. "Wait here," he said to the midwives, replaced the dagger he had dropped, drew his sword and stepped out of the bedchamber. The sight that greeted him was not one Maxwell Sorrentino was bound to forget in a long time. About thirty men, palace guards m