The Prince And The Giant

One

"Mitchell!"

"Michael!"

"Matthew!"

"Mason!"

"Micah!"

"Milo!"

"Miko!"

The seven princes made their way into the room.

Each one had dark brown hair and rich, chocolate eyes with skin that had been kissed delicately by the sun. They looked similar but each had their individual qualities ranging from Micah's golden freckles to Mitchell's dazzling piercings.

Their bodies were decorated by the finest fabrics, deep forests of velvet to sparkling skies of silk. The princes arrived in front of their father and lined up in order.

The King- their father- surveyed them from left to right, oldest to youngest.

Matthew and Michael's stances were strong and confident, standing with experience on their shoulders and muscles on their arms. Built like bulls and as tough as leather, they were the brawn of the Grassi family.

Of the crown they were the sturdy gold base, holding everything else up with their resilience and bravery to win.

Continuing along the line the King observed the next set of twins. Mason and Micah were two years younger than the last couple but twice the brains. Their minds had more strength then their arms; their intelligence outweighing their muscles.

Of the crown they were the adhesives that kept the intricate details and structures together. They went slightly unnoticed yet without them the crown was useless.

The next pair in the line were Milo and Miko, the youngest set of twins who had recently turned twenty one. Their beauty shone past the money they wore, they could make even the ugliest of sacks look like angelic cashmere. Angular jawlines and manly features graced their faces and everything about them was symmetrical.

Of the crown they were the jewels.

That left the last of the Grassi princes.

Mitchell was not a twin. He was not impressively strong nor incredibly smart.

His beauty was extremely different to his brothers. Where they were masculine, he was feminine, where other men looked up to them, they looked down upon him. He was the shortest and the most unique out of his brothers.

As his father described him: Mitchell was 'alternative'.

He had piercing and tattoos, he had shaved half of his head, and he spoke like he was anything but royalty. The words he coined made no sense to anyone in the palace yet he was never deterred.

"In one week Mitchell will turn eighteen. Therefore you will all be of age and ready to marry."

Matthew and Michael had been awaiting this day for many years as they were now 25 years old. They had lived the bachelor-life since eighteen and were ready to search for an obedient wife to cater for their needs.

Micah and Mason were very enthusiastic about the opportunity as socialising with girls did not come easily to them. Being tied to one by a ring seemed a lot better than having to go out and actually seduce one.

Milo and Miko, being fresh out of their teens, were more than looking forward to finding themselves a wife. They were the most handsome of the Grassi princes so were the subject of many rich women's affections.

And then there was Mitchell.

"This birthday celebration will be special. It is not only the last eighteenth birthday we will host, it will be the evening in which you announce your engagements to your future wives."