Hi, since I'm used to writing long parts, I decided to divide them into three parts. Chapters will therefore be published every two or three days. I wish you a pleasant reading
In the sumptuous dining room, the only sound was the clinking of cutlery accompanied by the calm breathing of the people at the table. As if everyone was waiting to see what today's luncheon would bring, no one spoke. It didn´t happen very often that the king would dine with all his sons, so it was clear to each of them that this was no ordinary family gathering.
At the head of the table sat a middle-aged man. The long white hair falling below his shoulders would have given the impression of elderly if its colour hadn´t been a feature of all the men at the meal. The three remaining youths waited in silence for the king to finish, so that they could do the same, since none of them felt like eating.
When the king finally puts the cutlery down, the princes followed his lead. The servants immediately took the food, leaving room for royalty to talk. The young men looked at their father, who measured them inquisitively.
"Today you are quieter than usual," he concluded, "do you have something on your conscience?" he wondered.
While the first and third princes remained silent, the second spoke, "You know I'm in the study most of the time, father. I have never had anything on my conscience to incite your worries." the twenty-two-year-old remarked in a calm voice.
His long white hair, tied in a simple braid, resembled an individual from a pharmacy rather than a prince, as evidenced by his gentle face, giving others the impression of a doll. Of all the king's sons, the meekest, most collected, and most charming. No one suspected that his father was at all angry with him.
"I know Brelle, the question isn't just directed at you." he looked at the other two.
The eldest raised his eyes to the king: "Father, when have I ever disappointed you? I came because you invited me, I will never refuse," he explained, "it's not proper to speak while eating unless you invite us. It's normal to be silent." summed up the Crown prince. His equally white hair was longer than the king's. Loosely hanging next to his face, they looked so elegant that no one could tell at first glance how sharp and serious he could be.
The king laughed softly, "Don't worry Louis, I didn't mean you either." he knew his eldest son didn't have time to cause trouble with all the work he was giving him. And even if he did, he wouldn't. In his position of future king had no reason to tarnish his reputation...unlike his third son.
"Don't look at me like that, father," the youngest supported his chin with his hand, "I had enough last time, I'm careful, I didn't do anything." summed up the twenty-year-old young man, whose white hair was the only one in a short cut.
"Nielle, if you did something, confess it to our father right away. We all have jobs to do. Don't delay." Louis scolded him.
"Come on, Lui, have you forgotten that I've been away from the palace for the past month? When would I have time to do anything?" he looked at his brother.
"Calm down, please," Brelle spoke, "Louis, brother´s right. He wasn't even home. Besides, he did a good job with those bandits. When would he have time to anger father?"
Nielle nodded: "At least someone knows how to praise."
"I'm not saying he angered him. I said that if he did something, he should admit it before he kneels in the hall again for the day." he explained.
"It's not that bad, sometimes you should annoy father too, at least you'll have a day off." Nielle laughed.
"Nielle!" Louis raised his voice at how inappropriately his youngest brother behaved.
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Luck's descent (BL)
FantasyIn a world where luck is everything, people were born with a certain amount of luck. The course of the world was controlled by the Infey race, whose job was protecting the luck's source. At least that is how it's written in the history of 200 years...
