Usurped.
The time has come to take back what was stolen.
Three before them, three now.
One Kingdom.
One Throne.
One Crown.
A fight for power.
Who will prevail?
Or will hidden secrets that change the game come to light?
Will a war cause and end to...
The open seas. They could be the very terror that ended a man's life; harsh, violent, and relentless. Or they could be the clear opposite, a vast expanse of calm water that urged you to do nothing but relax and get drunk on the refreshing air that surrounded it.
It was early morning and the sky was getting lighter and spots of pink could be seen. The sun was rising, a new day. Another day closer to the madness that was his father. The men were already up and about. A box fell into the sea and a man dove for it. The sea might be calm and quiet but these men were anything but that. He had tried blocking them out but it wasn't working.
"Gerald!" He called.
"Prince James?" A short stocky man answered, bowing quickly.
"How long till we arrive in England?"
"A day or two your highness," he answered still in his bow position.
"You may leave," Prince James answered testily. He watched as the man scrambled away from him. People were always nervous around him, he wondered why sometimes. He wasn't going to chop their heads off.
But your father might!
Father. He thought he had a few more days till he saw him. Three, four days perhaps but apparently he could be facing him by tomorrow if he were unlucky.
"Boo!" Someone screamed. He turned to face the person. Charles. Who else but his best mate had the guts to try and scare the heir to England's throne.
"Not fair!" Charles a man with brownish blond hair and a well-chiseled face whined. It always amazed Prince James how playful the man could be when he looked so imposing.
Prince James rolled his eyes and choose not to answer him.
"You know royalty aren't supposed to roll their eyes right," Charles asked in a mock manner.
"What's up? Why's pretty Prince so gloomy?" He asked when he got no response to his teasing.
James laughed. " Don't call me pretty,"
"Why not?" He asked, holding a hand to his chest in mock hurt. "Aren't you a pretty boy!" He continued laughing.
"I'm not," James said, returning his eyes to the calm sea before him.
"Is it the old man bothering you?" Charles asked, all traces of humour gone.
"Yes," James sighed. "I have to face him after all these years."
"Yes you do," Charles sighed. "It will be fine."
James said nothing in response and kept his gaze to the open sea. He let Charles's words flow around him.
It will be fine.
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