Today was the most memorable day in the Dradevow Empire. The first prince was born on this specific day. In the 16 years of his life, he was raised like a true prince, treated like a true prince. Respected like a true prince.
"You are the first-born prince my son, you are a brave man, who will never not look in the eye of the enemy, you are the future king", is what his father would always tell him.
With his hair darker than the Devil's Lake, his eyes the pure violet you would only see within the royal family, his lips were as pink as the sunset when the sun is at it's lowest angle, his skin as fair as an angel. This was the first born of the royal family of the Dradevow Empire.
This was Prince Salis Dradevow.
Although he did indeed look like a prince, he certainly didn't act like one. You see the way he was raised within the palace walls never allowed him to be treated anything less than a royal, the people who did, were beheaded, right in front of his eyes. The prince hated being treated or even doing anything that made him feel any less royal. The prince from a young age was a largely egocentric person. He had never been outside into the town, but he never wanted to anyways.
He would wake up before sunrise, greeted with a warm infusion made of orange peels and a blue angel lotus. He would watch the sunrise from his balcony while his servants would have prepared him a hot bath in a marble balneae. Afterwards he would get dressed in the attire for his swordsmanship lessons with the captain of the imperial army. His sword was carved with the magic from the wizard of the night, Ixyll. Then he would have breakfast with his parents and the second prince. Then there were his studies, spending time in the royal library studying on the history of his father's empire, which would soon be his. This is a small insight of the day-to-day life of the royal prince.
Well now we move on to who our prince would've never thought to fall in love with.
Someone with no royal title whatsoever, he wasn't even a noble. He was a commoner, the son of a blacksmith. In the 16 years of his life, he was raised like a blacksmith and treated like a blacksmith.
"Look high son, never bow to anyone, never respect anyone who doesn't respect you, titles mean nothing, as we are all human", is what his father would always say to him.
His hair was the colour of the wise owl's feather, his eyes the pure green you would see in the elven forest, his lips were like cupid's bow painted with cherries, his skin a tawny beige. This was the son of a blacksmith, a commoner.
Charlie Kovalyov.
Charlie was nothing like the prince, he lived his own life, helping his father in the forge. Since he was raised like a blacksmith, he behaved like one too. You see Charlie lived a simple life, he never complained about anything, he never said anything unnecessary to anyone, and simply did as he was told. He hated being treated like he was anything more than a blacksmith and he hated his studies. Charlie had naturally grown up to be a very arrogant person, the townspeople who often call him a cocky, good-for-nothing bastard, but everyone still looked up to him. He had never been outside of town, but he never wanted to anyways.
He would wake up before sunrise, walk to the well by the Lake of The Spirits and collect the water before the spirits would annoy him and before it gets to crowded. He would watch the sunrise while walking back and then prepare his father a hot bath for when he walks up. Afterwards he would get dressed for the day, a sleeveless shirt, and long black pants with a leather apron. He would usually skip breakfast and get on with the work. Afterwork his would have his lunch, some fruits, vegetables and sometimes bread if he felt like it. Then there was more work, his father would do the more dangerous things while he would stick to shaping the tools. This is a small insight of the day-to-day life of a common blacksmith.
Now we shall unwind the twisted tale of these two opposites, and see where their fate leads them. Could their relationship end in despair, hate, love, happiness, or anything else?
Preview of Chapter 2: The collision
With his face right up in the prince's, he sneers.
"Aww can't you, do it?", he smirked, cupping the prince's face with a soot-stained hand, "how cute princey".
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