Lovers End

Chapter One: Part Two

In the quiet of the forests surrounding, the sun was beginning to dip low in the sky as Emeric and Theodore raced through the woods on their horses, the vibrant colors of green painting the landscape around them. Emeric's white stallion led the way, its powerful hooves pounding against the earth, while Theodore's black horse followed closely behind. Their laughter and the rhythmic beat of hooves echoed through the serene forest.

As they approached the village below, the anticipation of seeing someone special quickened Emeric's heart. A day without her felt like an eternity, and the mere thought of her brought a radiant smile to his face. Emeric tightened the reins of his horse, slowing down as they reached the stable beside the tavern. Theodore, not far behind "If I were a worse man, I'd say the drinks were on you," Emeric teased, his eyes glinting mischievously. Theodore chuckled, shaking his head in response.

Dismounting from their horses, the boys tied off the reins. Men and ladies alike waved in greeting, their smiles reflecting the warmth of the day. Emeric reciprocated with a kind wave, grateful for the anonymity his concealed identity provided. His parents' decision to keep his face hidden allowed him to experience the village life without the burden of royal expectations.

Emeric's presence was well-known in the village, despite the absence of his true identity. His interactions with the people were genuine, unmarred by the weight of his noble status. Growing up, his father emphasized the importance of being part of the community, understanding their sentiments, and cultivating a sense of belonging. Emeric embraced these values, cherishing the opportunity to connect with the villagers on a personal level.

The door to the tavern swung open, and Emeric, ever the gentleman, held it open for Theodore. The room erupted in cheers and raised glasses as they entered. "Emeric!" the villagers exclaimed, their drinks lifted in salute. Emeric responded with a soft smile and a gracious wave. His popularity, rooted in both his looks and his genuine kindness, transcended the boundaries of nobility.

Aurora went about her normal tasks—pouring beer, breaking bread, and wiping down cups when one was left behind. Although her father may have found contentment in the routine of the tavern, Aurora yearned for adventure beyond its walls. Her father argued that the wild wouldn't put food on the table, but she believed the land provided for the worthy. Returning from the kitchen, a familiar name echoed through the crowd.

Setting down the bread, she strained to see the source, frustrated by her short stature. Pushing through, she finally glimpsed his face, barely acknowledging Theodore. Her eyes had always been fixated on him—Theodore had never stood a chance. Many had vied for her attention, seeking her father's approval for marriage, only to be thrown out by the protective Franklin. Romance held no appeal until he walked into the tavern one day. Initially dismissive, Aurora soon succumbed to his charm. He wasn't pushy, but his gaze, with soft blue eyes, left her blushing. Anticipating their order, she grabbed two mugs.

As the pair exchanged pleasantries with the crowd, Emeric's attention was drawn to one person – the object of his affection. Making his way to the bar, he took his regular seat, his dreamy eyes meeting hers. "Evening, darling," he greeted, his voice carrying a chesty charm with a hint of mischief. Emeric was dressed in a loose white collared shirt paired with dark black pants.

Theodore, unnoticed by her, stared at Aurora like she was an angel here to save him, her rowdiness is what caught his eye. She wasn't like the prim and proper girls fawning over the two of them any chance they got. She had eyes of someone always dreaming, and the different colors of them were something unique. "There she is, my friend!" Theodore spoke up, looking to Emeric, but when he looked at him, he was already staring. Theodore never said anything about his desire for her to him; it was obvious the two of them were infatuated with each other, the prince's wants always came first, no matter how infuriating it was.