Letting Go and Letting God
Everyone in the palace was on edge and for good reason the king was in one of his dark moods again. Though no one dared to speak about it, they had all known for some time that the king was losing his mind and his grip on reality. Everyone was scared to be in his presence because in an instant it seemed like his mood could go from friendly and cordial to uncontrolled rage. At this very moment he was tearing apart the throne room. The sound of furniture crashing to the ground and vases and sculptures shattering against the wall, echoed up and down the hallways of the palace, along with the screams and curses of the king.
There was only one thing that could bring the king down from one of these fits, the music of his son-in-law. One of the king’s sons had already gone to summon his brother-in-law to the throne room. Everyone in the palace breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the young man enter into the palace with his harp tucked up under his left arm.
Soon the palace was filled with the soothing sound of this young man’s harp, along with his melodious singing. The throne room was a mess. The floor was covered with broken vases, shattered sculptures and over turned furniture.
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