A long time ago, if you had strength, social standing, and achievements, people would call you a hero.
Tales and poems would dramatize your deeds.
In the midst of this culture where the brave were idolized. In a castle that will inherit many of these stories, lived Prince. A little boy who just woke up.
He woke up as soon as the sun rose at his window. That morning, he gazed upset at the sky. His eyes narrowed, frowning with an open mouth. As if the sun had lied to him. But his baby fat made him look like the most armless being in the world.
Well, nobody likes to wake up and find themselves on a Monday morning.
"Chores and duties! I just learned how to run and talk!" Were the boy's thoughts at that moment.
Still sulking, he gets up from the bed.
The room was modest and comfortable. The only simple, non-intimidating place he knew was within the castle's gigantic, suffocating walls.
The first thing he did in the morning was to wipe his face in a bowl of water next to his bed.
There was a small closet next to his bed. In it were his many toys and some clothes.
A bag of marbles, a top, wooden figures of tigers, lions, and elephants and his old building blocks.
He stared at them for some time, fighting the urge to play.
He couldn't. He took the top out, spun it and watched while he looked for his clothes.
He had only three pieces of clothing. Three pairs of white pants and a shirt, in addition to his red coat with yellow buttons and ribbons. To top it off, there were also his red boots.
He lifts his shirt and attentively observes the fabric. He was determined to get dressed completely unaided today.
But now that the time had come, millions of questions were running through his head.
Which hole do I stick my head in? Where do my arms go? Where is the front and back of this thing?
How do you button up buttons again?
He chose to just go ahead, if something was wrong, he would definitely feel it and then try something else.
He rolled on the floor while fighting ties and buttons for a while. When he was finished, he went to see himself in the water bowl. Proud of the result, he leaves the room. Only to be dragged back inside by a maid's arm.
— It is a real wonder that you can already dress, but you lack practice. —Said the maid in a sweet voice, while she buttoned the buttons in the right place and remade the ties. The little prince blushed with the comment, confused about whether he should be proud or ashamed.
—Why cant people just be naked all the time?— Asks the little boy irritated with how tied his clothes were.
— Because we would be cold. You forgot to comb your hair. — Casually answers the Maid, while combing his hair with her fingers.
— Oh Yes! But I stretched, made my bed, and cleaned my face all alone!—
The maid looks over to the room and finds a completely undone fur blanket.
— If you lie like that someday it will come back to you young boy! But go now, I will take care of it, or you will be late.— Arthur shudders with fear and starts to leave again.
Nonetheless, the maid protests in a stern voice. — And nothing to stray from the path! I will be watching. —
—Not even a small pre-lunch nap?— The little boy says as he turns to the maid again.
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Heirs of Thea
FantasyPrince Arthur is just a child, but he seems to be the only one capable of stopping a cruel dictator from taking over his lands. Alamex maybe only five years old, but this little genius is so obsessed with his peace that he'll do anything to achieve...
