𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 // 𝐓𝐁𝐱𝐁

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ,,

The king is dead. The kingdom is now colder, though feeling more free. Albeit Malcolm is more alone than ever. His own father, buried beneath his own two feet. It doesn't feel right, he knows that much; having no one to pester him as he goes about his day. No one to give him useless orders but the royals private secretaries.

It felt colder. Darker, so much to say alienating. He had estranged himself from the people he once respected, people whom once knelt at his fathers' feet. Now, the palace was empty and quiet; other than the sound of quick footsteps and dusting throughout the halls, though that wasn't the thing that was bothering him the most.

The solitude feeling of loneliness becoming worse by the day, Malcolm begins to wonder when his happy ending will approach, but from what he had previously experienced, he had realised that not everyone gets, nor deserves one. Though, a boy can only dream.

If he violates his fathers' oath, he must suffer the consequences. Do the opposite, he must still suffer the consequences. It was a never-ending loophole in this palace. Stuck, lost and confused all at once, Malcolm decides to turn to the unknown sorcerer — well, unknown to him. His father had never allowed Malcolm to ever speak nor even come close to taking a peek at the sorcerer, but right now, he needs something. Anything, to get the eerie feeling off his shoulders. He needed it quick. He needed it now.

It didn't help that the royal staff kept calling him 'Princess Mallory,' almost every day. Even though his father had strictly said that it was forbidden to disrespect his son or the rest of his family. His son, who was previously pronounced Crown Prince. Not Crown Princess.

Still, Malcolm wasn't sure he was ready for the responsibilities that came with being king, especially with the size of the kingdom his father had been in charge of. 'How did he do it?', he doesn't know, and he wish he did, because right now he just wants to sink down right into the grave beside his fathers.
Maybe that wasn't the exact appropriate way to approach something like this. Perhaps being king would be fun! 'Yeah, no,' he rolls his eyes every time at that thought. Malcolm had seen how much his father stressed over the protocols and principles that had to be followed, procedures and missions that had to he addressed immediately. He hated the stern, cold look on his face, though it made him feel better knowing it melted away as soon as the king saw his son.
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Sorcerer Rowan Crevice was a different story, though. A young man, willing to try any spell or concoction that could perhaps make him more known, maybe even the best sorcerer in the world! Oh, how he would love to have his face on the cover of a magazine, or even a photo-frame of his face in everyone's houses! Then, nobody would forget the thoughtful things he'd done for the kingdom, like dissect that toad after he heard a young village girl complaining that she saw a bump on ones head, or the time a royal guard mentioned how there were too many people coming to live in the kingdom, so Malcolm tried to scare a couple out with one of his dragons spells— but that went wrong and made a filthy, snobby troll trudge around the palace instead.

Rowan knew that no matter what, he was going to be the most amazing, beautiful, irresistible sorcerer on the planet. He was sure of it. Not only that his charming good lucks were slick enough to get him a couple free meals down in the village, but he also surprisingly had a great personality.

Though, he always wondered what life actually was like in the palace was. He wondered how the princess was doing— or prince, was it? Rowan had heard about it throughout the village grounds that there had been a bit of a change in the royal
protocols after the prince bravely came out. For some unknown reason, Rowan felt proud of the boy, despite never meeting him.

Maybe that could also be another goal of Rowans. 'Meet the Crown Prince of the Colbatine Kingdom,' he thought. It would be nice to have someone to talk to again, and not some random salesman in the damp side of the village.

His family had left a couple years back, almost four at this point— but he's lost track at this point. They could be across the whole world right now and he wouldn't care. It didn't bother him much, but it still hurt knowing they didn't care enough to bring him with them. He'll show them though, he'll become the most famous sorcerer in the world and they'll regret ever leaving him! Maybe he was ahead of himself. Or maybe he just didn't care.
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How would life be when the two souls meet?
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A/N ,,

prologue done,, now onto writing the real chapters. Hope the prologue encouraged you to read along as it goes. 🤍 Thank you for reading to the end of the prologue and I hope to see you all in the next chapter ! Don't forget to vote + comment,, see you soon. 🐡🧡