Virada: The find of the century

Part I

                                                Margarett

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"Lady Margarett! Princess! Your highness! slow down, please!" Afton huffed, running behind the young, and fairly fast, young grace. The second she heard the bells toward the central gates ringing, she dropped everything she was doing, and she ran. She ran, Running as fast as her little legs carried her toward the gates of the kingdom.

Afton kept chasing behind the young girl, his stubby, old legs already feeling sore and worn out from running so much. He was huffing, and panting, trying to constantly fixing his silver, shiny monocle, even though it didn't even need to be fixed. He tried his best to keep up with her, but it was getting harder and harder for the stubby, old man to run after the energetic, hyper princess.

"Afton! Come on, Afton! Father's back! Come on!" The girl chuckled excitedly, as she kept running ahead, and farther away from Afton's vision, but the old man managed to keep up, at least for now. Well, this was turning into a daily dose of cardio for Afton- wait, that didn't exist back then! I shouldn't get carried away now. Ahem, Ah, so where were we? Yes, the daily dose of- I mean, the princess chase.

It didn't take her too long to reach the center of the town, the heart, the grand doors to the town, considering she was fairly agile. Once Margarett reached, she scanned her eyes around, trying to crawl her way to the front of the line, waiting for the doors to open, which wouldn't take too long. There seemed to be a lot of whispers and commotions about the recent war, but Margarett didn't care. She only wanted to see her beloved father.

"Out of the way please"

 "oops- please let through"

"Excuse me.." that way, the princess managed to sneak her way up to the front of the line...almost.

"Excuse me, dear sir, could you please move-"

"No."

A sharp, cold tone from the front replied. The princess stared at the boy wide-eyed, almost stunned he was so blunt and cold.

"what?," She exclaimed, a bit shocked. "I..I just-"

"No."

She seemed even more stunned at his coldness.

"But you see, my father-"

"Yeah, I don't care."

The boy stuck his tongue out, turning toward her with a wide, mocking grin that looked hot..? Margarett grumbled in annoyance.

. The boy was obviously taller than her. Not only that, but he had a good physique too. The wind was quite strong, blowing his short, choppy brunette hair, with a few red streaks in then. His eyes were baffling, like a kaleidoscope. They appeared shimmering gold, a priceless emerald, A mystical purple, Atlantic blue- just, no. there was no way to figure out what his eye colour was in one look.

Who was this guy? And why was he extremely, utterly annoying.. Could there be anything worse? He looked good, but he was also rude and very cocky. And all he had said to her was 2 sentences. Good job, random boy, great first impressions on the princess.

"You don't have to be rude about it.." She crossed her arms across her chest, pouting.

The boy ignored her words, but he did shift slightly to the side. Margarett took this as an opportunity to take place in the front line.

Suddenly, the bells in the central city rang, the echoes shook the entire kingdom. They were strook, striking three times. Yes, finally. The huge, golden, shimmering gates to the kingdom opened up... and an announcement took place. 3 knights dressed in green and white clothing, with their war attire prepared, announced,

"Behold! Your majesty, Your honour, The king, has arrived!" And, with that, the crowd fell silent. The trumpets played a melodious, cheery tune, as the horses and chariot started to pull up from the gates.

Afton, who was completely out of breath, finally managed to find the princess in the crowd. "M'lady. Please- don't run away like that." He huffed.

"Oh, Afton..Sorry about that. I Just got a tad bit excited!" Margarett replied with an innocent chuckle.

Margarett kept glancing at the different knights passing by, and that's when she saw it. A chariot, covered in gold, with the finest wood, embedded with a ruby, and two heads of horses sculpted in the head of it. it seemed to glisten in the sunlight, around the tar wood edges it showed. The grand chariot... It was here.