When you hear a story about long ago in a land with magic, warlocks, witches. Heroes and villains fighting against each other for good and evil, you think it's incredible. But I can tell you, it's not. At least not for me. Not for the Prince Of Westrose and Chandara. Sometimes, I even wish that I hadn't been born a Prince. "Good morning, My Prince!," My manservant greets me politely as he enters my chambers. I sit up in bed and rub my eyes. My manservant immediately serve me breakfast in bed like he does and I have done ever since I was twelve years old and now I'm almost twenty. That the manservant serves me breakfast in bed like usual is pretty good. What can I say? I have grown up in a great castle with a father who I have spent my whole life trying making proud of me. He never seems to think anything I do is enough. And I'm getting tired of it. I love spending time which the knights even though they always call me 'My Prince', 'My Lord', or 'Sire'. After finishing my breakfast, I get dressed into my usual clothing style. This time a dark blue tunic and black pants along with a belt and black boots. "My Prince Christian," A man interrupts as I leave my chambers. "Your father has requested your presence in the throne room," I simply nod, "Thank you," I reply politely. If you wonder, I am actually quite young. At least according to my father. But I don't think that but my father is also the King. So I cannot defy him. As long as I can remember, my father has been ruthless and overprotective and I suspect it's because of the loss of my mother.
When I enter the great throne room, my father, The King Of Chandara, Henry faces me with an independent look. "Father, you summoned for me," I began. The King looked up at his son. "Christian, you are turning twenty in a few months. I think it's time you take your duties seriously," I look at my father in confusion. I'm already taking my duties seriously. I'm the Lord of the knights. What could he possibly mean with that it's time for me to take my duties seriously?. "What do you mean?," I ask confused. "You shall merry The Princess Of Gwadrien," My father declared firmly. I couldn't believe what my father was saying. "What!?," I exclaim, "You cannot force me into marry someone I haven't even met!," This is not happening! He cannot force me into this!. "Father, you can't do this to me!," I exclaim suddenly. "Yes, I can! I am your King!," Henry exclaims. I shake my head angrily in protest. "Never!," I declare, "And you cannot force me into this!," And I burst out of the throne room, ignoring my father's shouts after me as I storm out into the corridors.
"Christian, are you alright?," a concern voice interrupt. The warlock Gwydion shows up at my side, my best friend. He is practically a few years younger than me and he is already The Court Warlock of Westrose. "I guess your father made you angry," He assumed. "You have no idea," I reply before walking back towards my chambers down the hallway. There was only one way for me to escape this marriage and I had made up my mind. I would leave. I would run away... Tonight.
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The Prince and The Huntress
FantasyMany years later, Henry has a son named Christian who is very different from his father and knows nothing of his father's true heritage except that his mother was an elf. In The Kingdom of Westrose and Chandara, the lonely Crown Prince Of The Kingdo...
