In the lush, verdant lands of the kingdom ruled by King Alexander and the neighbouring realm governed by King Sebastian, tales of camaraderie and enmity intertwined like ivy upon a castle wall. Amidst the splendor of these lands stood two magnificent castles, each a testament to the grandeur of its sovereign.
King Alexander, a man of wisdom and benevolence, ruled over his domain with a firm yet fair hand. His castle, perched atop a gentle hill, overlooked sprawling meadows and winding rivers, a beacon of strength and prosperity.
Across the border, King Sebastian held sway over his realm with equal authority, his castle a formidable fortress amidst rugged mountains and dense forests. Yet, despite the geographical division, a bond of friendship flourished between the two kings, rooted in mutual respect and shared ambitions for peace and prosperity.
It was within this backdrop of harmony that the tale of Tay and New unfolded, two young men destined to inherit their fathers' legacies, yet ensnared in a feud as old as time itself.
Tay, the eldest son of King Alexander, possessed the fiery spirit of his lineage, his eyes ablaze with determination and pride. Clad in garments befitting his royal status, he strode through the corridors of his father's castle with a regal bearing, his every step echoing with the weight of expectation.
Opposite him stood New, the heir to King Sebastian's throne, his countenance marked by a stoic resolve that belied his tender age. Dressed in attire that spoke of lineage and tradition, he moved with a quiet confidence, his presence a silent testament to his royal lineage.
From their earliest days, Tay and New had been locked in a bitter rivalry, their animosity fueled by years of perceived slights and imagined grievances. Like two stags locking horns in the heat of battle, they clashed at every turn, their disputes echoing through the halls of their fathers' castles.
Their confrontations were marked by heated exchanges and fiery tempers, each encounter escalating into a spectacle of pride and defiance.
One such clash occurred in the grand courtyard of King Alexander's castle, where Tay and New had been summoned to attend a diplomatic gathering. As nobles and dignitaries mingled beneath the azure sky, tension simmered beneath the surface, waiting to erupt like a dormant volcano.
Tay, his gaze alight with barely restrained fury, approached New with measured steps, his fists clenched at his sides. "New," he spat, his voice tinged with venom, "you dare to show your face in my father's domain?"
New, unfazed by Tay's hostility, met his adversary's gaze with an unwavering stare. "I am here at my father's behest," he replied coolly, his tone laced with a hint of defiance. "If you have issue with my presence, take it up with him."
Tay's lips curled into a sneer as he closed the distance between them, his breath hot against New's ear. "You think you can hide behind your father's skirts?" he hissed, his voice dripping with contempt. "You are nothing but a coward, New, unworthy of the title you bear."
A flash of anger flickered across New's face as he stepped back, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "Say what you will, Tay," he retorted, his voice tinged with steel. "But know this: I will not cower before your empty threats. I am every bit the prince you are, if not more."
Their words hung heavy in the air, a silent challenge that spoke volumes of the enmity between them. And as they stood locked in their verbal duel, the echoes of their feud reverberated through the grand courtyard, a portent of the trials yet to come.
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The Royal Husband (taynew fanfic)
FanfictionThe rival princes hated each other and were distressed when they learned of their betrothal. They attempted to escape it but failed. New was caught by his father while trying to run away, and Tay was caught by his father while attempting to elope. R...
