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Percy had never been so bored in his life.
His father had, yet again, insisted that he join the family as they oversee the annual coliseum games - in which noblemen and lesser kings of the land bring their best fighter to die on the cobblestone and sandy floors of a coliseum, while only one man triumphs above all and crowned free from his sword-swinging grave.
Percy hated that ideology. That he had to sit and watch egotistical men swing metal toothpicks around for an audience and shown off like prized cattle. It was revolting that his father enjoyed such... calamities.
"Smile a little." His sister, Rhode, hissed softly. Percy rolled his eyes, fixing the draping of his minimalist toga.
"Smiling for something I do not endorse will be the last thing I ever do. I'd rather die sooner."
Rhode pinched the bridge of her nose. "You're too complicated. You'd rather die that do a lot of things."
"Because those things are crude, ineffective, or illogical." Percy pierced his lips, looking at his older sister as the carriage rocked over the cobblestone path.
"Maybe you'll find a wife here."
Percy gagged softly. "As if, I'd-"
"Rather die, I know. Percy, you need to think of your future. Whether or not you like it, it's something you have to do because fate decreed you as future king."
"But fate did not declare my offspring to be king, nor queen. For all we know, your future child shall succeed me."
The carriage bumped a little on a rock in the road, and Percy scowled, glancing out the window. They were still a half a milestone away from the coliseum, which Percy didn't know if he was relieved or odious because of this.
"You do know Dad's going to make you shake hands with all noblemen that come this year. I heard it's the most there has even been, easily a half a thousand men."
"And if one of them tries to touch me, I shall break their fingers and watch him back away from me." Percy deadpanned, watching the townspeople weave around the royal carriage.
"No you won't, Mom will not allow that."
Percy flinched at this. "Of... of course she wouldn't..."
Rhode sighed, but didn't say a word for the rest of their ride.
Percy closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them they were in the cover of the stone walls of their coliseum, a guard opening the door to let the two royals out of their ride.
Weaving through dark but spacious corridors, Percy let his feet drag ever so slightly. He hummed softly, watching the torch light in the headguards hand lick shadows on the walls.
Before long, they surfaced and were greeted by the King, a tall man with kinder, but authoritative, features. Dark blue eyes lined with wrinkles, a sharper jaw that hinted his handsomeness in younger years, as well as a dark bush of black hair on his chin and cheeks.
The man standing next to the King was pale and squat, crystalline blue eyes twitching with hyperactivity or lack of sleep, thin wisps of bleached pale hair were untamed atop his scalp. Percy thought he looked rather cadaverous, like he'd drop any moment.
"And this must be your beloved prince, it is an honour to meet you." The man stated, offering a boy hand out. Percy looked at the hand with slight disgust, then back at the man's face.
"I wouldn't dare say beloved, I'm sure I am not that important." Percy stated vapidity, watching the man release that this prince was not going to shake his hand.
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Cobblestone Swords
Romance[ jercy ] - English! ❛ Percy's never cared for the annual tournament his father holds every year, but a certain blond haired gladiator makes him think twice about his feelings. Of course, this leads to a series of events that could, or could not, en...
