the (bastard?) prince

This is a dream I had last night. Or, as much as I could make sense of it.

"the (bastard?) prince"

there was an invasion on a palace. a prince was being cared for by prostitutes who lived in the palace. there were two armies. one army was attacking from the outside. one was inside with us, trying to round us all in so that it would be easier to handle. i thought that they were going to kill us before the outside army got to us, so they could have bragging rights. i think that was what they were trying to do. they horded us so jealously that they were defensive, almost protective, but only because they didn't want the other army to get to us first. the outside army breached the palace. we were herded upwards, up stairs. we could see the outside army make their way across and up, from the opened floor (like those balconies that line the inside of a courtyard, except it was about four storeys up and i don't remember looking up to see a skylight*.) the outside army was inside. we were herded in a corner, away from the oepn skylight. we were huddled around a table (a pool table?). suddenly, rocks and small ammo were hailing on us from the skylight opening. we covered our heads with our arms, the inside army tried to shield us (were they on our side? i couldn't tell). after a while the firing ceased. the outside army had stopped. they all gathered themselves up, but noticed that the nurse and the prince were unconsious (the nurse pretended to be a prostitute too, but she was actually the prince's nurse). the other prostitutes, taking advantage of the situation, beat the nurse and the prince with whatever they had on hand: figurines, stands, broken chair legs. they had hated the nurse, who acted above them, and they didn't care for the prince. and since it would look like the outside army had killed them, they might as well take the opportunity to vent out their own frustrations (ie: why did they have to suffer for some prince? why did they become their cover up? where was their reward with a dead prince?). so they beat them. the inside army stood and watched (they could do nothing anymore, they were dead. there was no point). after the women tired, the nurse was truly dead. as one bent over the prince to see he was truly dead, but a raspy breath escaped his lips, and his eyes pried open (stark white with small black iris, in contrast to his blood stained face and shredded clothes). the woman jumped back. *blip* the coup had failed. neither army won. the prince lived. his father lived (though he lost his legs below the knee). the father couldn't rule anymore, so the prince was to take over. they were outside on a snowy/icy plain (it looked like they were standing on an ice rink, the palace in the distance behind them on a slope, the sun in front of them, their army in ranks on either side of a carriage, also white, that the son and father were walking--could the king walk?--towards).

*Maybe I'll draw what I meant about that skylight/open floors. Think malls, how you are on one of the upper floors, but you can look down the balcony to the floor below, except in my dream it was bout four, maybe five storeys.