The dark-haired woman rushed down the corridor. There used to be a time when she could've walked out the front gate of the Palace without being afraid, but something dark had corrupted her king and husband. 

The brave woman held a bundle in her arms. A bundle that could save the kingdom from its blind ruler. He had once been just and loved, but now it was if he had gone crazy, so changed was he.

The dark-haired woman looked down at the bundle she held. Nothing had ever looked so beautiful to the queen, for she looked upon her sleeping son, the prince she had birthed. The prince she must hide from his father. 

At the end of the hallway was a door that few knew of. 

The queen kissed her son on the forehead, opened the door and passed her only heir through to the hands waiting there. 

The hands of the only ally she had left, the only person she trusted in the entire world.