Prince Ariston of percinova is working under the control of his father king aesier of percinova to make sure that the cludians get the faith they deserve,pain.to make sure that all cludians all people working for the cludians are all destroyed&toutu...
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[ Aristons Pov]
"no fucking way-" sorayan boomed sitting on the stonewalls, as soon as i told them about the meeting with my parents. "i mean i always thought Dem would get married first but no - our little Asty's getting married soon- actually when is the wedding?"
"shut up soryan." i honestly had enough of his jabbering does he not know when to shup up. no what , what am i saying its sorayan. he literally never knows when to shut up.
"c'mon let us have a little fun- our little boy is all grown up now-" Demier added ruffling my hair.
"Seriously dem? i thought at least you'de help me out here!" i said moving my head away from him.
"im getting married to that - that-"
"Princess of Calforia?" dem finished for me before i said something too insulting
"the love of your-" Sorayan dared
"You finish that i dare you." i gripped on the small sharp blade i was playing with pointing directly at the Heir of Tibet who simply chuckled at my behavior.
Sorayan licked his lips daringly and demier chuckled shaking his head mummering a "here we go again"
"life." he smirked - i groaned throwing the blade right at him aiming straight for his chest - but he simply caught the blade between his thumb and index finger right before it periced his chest apart.
[WARNING : some mentions of self harm.]
i knew he'd do that - obviously i would never actually kill one of the two people who've been through everything with me.
I know how much Sorayan was capable of , we've trained together i've seen his strenghth and power. if sorayan couldn't avoid a knife thrown his way - no one could.
if only he would trust himself. thats something he couldn't do.
not anymore.
i knew that. unless he was given oders to - unless he was told what exactly to do , he would never believe in himself enogh to kill. or protect. i know what he thinks i don't.
"that was no fun - you could have done better." he smirked at me before spinning the sharp end of the blade on his index - a small drop of blood appereaing from the end of it, as the sharp end of the blade dug slowly into his finger.
his smirk dispperared as his eyes met with the small amount of blood that appeared on his finger ; expression unreadble as he stared at the blood , still blancing the dagger. his eyes were transfixed at the small amount of blood.
