Royalti

Chapter 2

Sebastian's POV

The sword clattered across the ground as I smirked at my best friend. 

We were back in the training room and brushing up our sword skills. 

I stepped back, grabbed my towel, and discarded the sword. 

"You know I suspect you're cheating these days. It's suspicious how you're winning all the time." Oliver grunted on the floor. 

"Have you ever thought that maybe it's skill and hard work?" I replied while taking a sip of water. 

"Well, okay fine. Fair enough. I see you going in and out of this room like it's the church," he stood up. 

I shook my head and chuckled. 

Oliver and I go way back to when we were eight. My parents were killed by the castle soldiers during a stormy night. They had mistaken them for invaders. 

It was bullshit because how could a person mistake two old couples holding a basket of crops as lethal invaders. That was my hate for the royals beginning to grow. Anyways, Oliver's parents were kind enough to take me in and raise me as their own. 

A loud noise brought me out of my thoughts. 

A lean-looking man came into the room. General Stike. He was in his usual attire; an outfit that screams ready for war and some combat boots. He came into the room with his usual sowl. 

It was probably because of our attire. Shirtless and sweatpants. I was pretty sure he wasn't that keen on following an 18-year-old as his leader but he didn't have a choice. 

He was actually a northern invader that was captured by the king and queen. They had tortured him but he managed to escape. He stumbled upon our camp that afternoon, begging us to not turn him in. 

I agreed in exchange for his loyalty to serve our cause. Our cause, to put it as politely as I can, hatred for the king and queen. 

They were selfish people. They only cared about themselves and had no care for their subjects. Half the population was starving to death but all their care was money and threw these annoying balls. 

General Stike coughed at Oliver who was busy picking out what color shirt to wear. I facepalmed at my best friend's behavior and how he was making a fool of himself in front of the general. 

"If we are going through with the plan, we should discuss it in the tactics room," General Stike started, "I will be waiting for you." 

Just as fast as he came, he left. 

"That man is a moody little bitch. I say we should shoot him in the head," Oliver complained. 

"If we do that who is going to fend off the guards while we siege the castle?"I rolled my eyes. 

After getting ready, we both stepped out of the room. Our camp was situated near the forest for a good water source and protection from the king's guards. They would immediately have our heads if they knew that there was a resistance forming in their kingdom.

Our little group has grown to an unbelievably large size since we first started. It was obvious all these people joined either because they were starving or they held a personal vendetta against the king and queen. 

Either way, I was happy that we got a lot of people on our side. We need all the help that we get. King Phillip was a hard man to beat as well as his herd of well-trained soldiers.  

As we got into the tactics room, five of our advisors were seated there with a curious look on their faces. 

"Men," I acknowledged while nodding my head at them.

"If we're going to do this right. We need to get a perimeter of the castle," General Stike suggested. 

"Okay, we should. How should we disguise ourselves and get in?" I asked. 

"The king and queen are throwing a ball as usual. Lucky for us, it is a masquerade ball this time and we won't need to think of a disguise," said one of the men.

"We would need to find a way to get an invitation." Oliver pointed out. 

"Only royals and nobles get an invite," one of the men. 

"Royals you say?" I thought while rubbing my chin. 

"Princes and princesses flock to these balls in hope of finding a suitor." 

The men immediately started arguing about something I didn't listen to. I was in my own thoughts. 

Out of a sudden, I abruptly stood up and smiled at them. 

"Prince Seb, a pleasure to meet you," I said in a British accent.

Oliver started laughing, "And how do you imagine pulling that off?" 

"My charm." I grinned.