Chapter 36: Heady
The tailor’s hands shook so hard it was almost impossible to write down their measurements without getting it wrong once or twice. He would measure the prince, write, then forget midway the size as his head runs miles overthinking.
He scratched at the wrong numbers, and then started all over again.
"Stop that or else..." Aleksander glared at him.
The tailor locked eyes with the prince, and a horrific scene flashed in front of his eyes. His house and shop on fire, everything he worked hard for gone with the flames. His family bathed in their own blood, his pained scream echoing in his own ears.
Blood curdling. There were no other words to describe what he saw.
The man blinked rapidly, and he knew right then that the rumors of the prince’s powers were not far from the truth. If he was left to his own accord, destruction was sure to follow those that opposed him.
How did it come to this when he had been silent for a very long time now?
"F-Forgive me, your h-highness," stuttered the tailor, "I am s-s-sorry, your highness."
"You better be," the prince told him with a condescending tone, and then smiled evilly, "Did you like that little daydream?"