The prince stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the horizon. Dawn arrived as the birds started leaving their nests, wings fluttering, eager to discover the world. He looked up at them, the thought of once again going back to exploring the length and breadth of his state making him feel a little restless as he eyed his healing wounds. He was left to die; his enemies wished so. Yet by some miracle of fate, as if his purposes were yet to be fulfilled, here he was breathing and healing, watching one more sun rise on the horizon. The forestland below the cliff was quiet. He could hear a stream meander somewhere and sounds of hooves as he imagined a group of animals going to quench their thirst somewhere. He gulped. Was he thirsty too? He turned his back to the vast forestland below as his eyes fell on the cave that had been his home for some time now. Away from the eyes of his brother’s spies and the scrutiny of his father’s trusted men, here was where he had healed. He was about to w...