Giselle (with BTS and ENHYPEN, Jang Wonyoung, and Huening Lea)

Albrecht's Arrival

CHAPTER ONE

In a faraway land, in Pashtonia, there was a little village that was always lively and happy. The people were in a positive mood every day. The shops were always open, the children were out playing, and the sun was shining below, watching over the innocent citizens.

One day, a young man in regal clothing was on a valley of hills when he saw the village down the mountain. His only friend and squire stood right beside him.

"Your majesty," he said, "What goes through your mind at this moment?"

"My dearest Wilfride," said the prince, "I wish to live so comfortably. A life where no one would tell me what I must do and what I mustn't do. A life where I am free from my royal life."

"But sire," said Wilfride, "Becoming a peasant is just a failure of your reputation. I don't think this would be good, especially for your image as a prince."

But then, the young man, named Prince Albrecht of the small kingdom province of Silesia, sighed with a heavy heart and sadness in his eyes. He was a handsome man with sharp features. He had a soft smile that was warm and fuzzy, and eyes that twinkle in sun and moonlight. But today, he was nothing but saddened and depressed.

What if there was another way, he thought, feeling the weight of the pressure of his title, What if I just run away and begin my life again. Then will I be happy?

And then, the thought of running away hit him.

"I got it!" he exclaimed.

"What is it, my lord?" asked Wilfride, "Has a certain something catch your attention?"

"I'll disguise myself as a peasant and live in this small town in secrecy!" said Albrecht, "It's perfect!"

Wilfride's jaw dropped. His expression was exaggerated and he could not even hear anymore.

"WHAT?!" he exclaimed in a shout, "No way, that is just blasphemy! It's impossible, impossible, IMPOSSIBLE!!! A young man with royal blood should never, and I solemnly repeat, NEVER dress himself in a poor person's garments! There are protocols, you know. AND laws!"

But a saucy Albrecht scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"You know what's considered 'blasphemy'? Getting married at eighteen."

Wilfride looked down at his feet, defeated.

"All right, my lord," he muttered, "But just so you know...your father will NOT be happy about this."

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"BLASPHEMY!!" shouted King Henry, "You know very well, young man, that dressing yourself in frivolous clothing will much likely ruin your kingdom's reputation, as well as mine! And don't you dare forget that we have arranged a marriage for you and Princess Bathilde of Azurethra."

Confused, Albrecht tilted his head.

"Already, I am undergoing a marriage?" he asked.

"Yes, good man," said Henry, "I'm certain that your squire had already told you."

"He did not, sir."

The king was already angry enough with his son. So, he sent him away to his room. But Albrecht pleaded some more. He was not going to take no for an answer.

"Oh, please, dear Father!" he begged, "Please!"

The young prince was getting desperate. He wanted to be free for only once in his life. But he couldn't. As a prince, there are protocols, duties, and laws. The king flashed an angered look towards his own son. That was when the queen, Leanore, rushed in.