THE ROYAL ENEMY

PROLOGUE

"I've been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn't listen. Every time you said 'Farm Boy do this' you thought I was answering 'As you wish' but that's only because you were hearing wrong. 'I love you' was what it was, but you never heard." ― William Goldman

PROLOGUE
(Only first chapter in 3rd person)

The boy with hunter green eyes and dark brown hair, crouched lowly behind a barrel of wheat. It was a small crack in the wall that only he knew was there. He sat waiting and watching, watching and waiting. 

"Is everything in place?"he asked through the cell in his hand. The two boys on the other end, replied almost immediately. 

"Everything's set, and the eagle is on his way," the voice on the other end said.

The boy waited in giddy anticipation. His heart was racing a mile a minute. His eyes darted around the busy market-place looking for any sign of his victim. When his eyes met with his fellow confidants, they sent him the signal. A slight flick of the wrist. With one swift movement he reached over the table on his right and unlocked three identical cages that held dozens of carrier pigeons. 

The man he was targeting that stood directly in front of them was taken aback with the sudden outcry from the released birds.

"Aah! Get these mongrel pigeons away from meeh!"

He tried swatting them away and as he did so, fell helplessly into the barrels of mud that had been carefully placed there earlier. 

"Shit!" He cursed multiple times under his breath.

The man let out a terrible scream, one unfitting of a royal adviser.

In the chaos of the busy market, the people became apart of the prank. Dozens of bodies falling over each other in an attempt to get away, as more animals from different stalls were released from their cages; Snakes,frogs,Herons,and even thousands of hornets. The terrible bees stung anyone in their way. 

Friends of the green eyed boy, met up with him as the screams of the people grew louder.

The boy, with his friends laughed and chuckled horrendously at the misfortune of the others. And just as they decided they would leave before they were caught, they heard their names in a string of curses.

The man from earlier watched them from afar. His eyes centred and he grew quiet and mad. He stood up and walked dangerously towards them. Realising the trouble they would be in if he caught them. Leo let out a wide laugh. "RUN!"
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The King sat on his red throne, listening again to the complaints of the commoners, the staff and the royal family. Twelve people sat around the wooden table. These twelve faces held scowls, only appearing at the mention of one name, his intolerable eighteen year old son, Leonard Cage.

"He has taken things too far!" one of the men complained. 

"His behaviour is outrageous," another added. 

The complaints were common when regarding his son and all along the same lines, every time. The King sighed heavily; worried his hair would turn grey before his time. 

"He did something horrid today, trying to pull a prank on us...," they continued, unaware of the Kings growing impatience. "When will he learn?"

"That is quite enough," the King spoke. His voice was low but the authority it held halted the chatter in the room almost immediately. The King turned his head slightly, indicating for his page and right hand man. Gregory stepped out of the shadows, his arms neatly folded by his side, pulling at the dress suit he wore. 

"Yes, your majesty?" he said, his eyes locked with the Kings.

"I request a word with my son, will you find Leonard and bring him to me?" the King asked softly, the question was a command nonetheless. 

"Yes, you're majesty," said Gregory, bowing slightly before scurrying off to find the Kings excuse of a son.

"Oh Leo, what have you done now?" he muttered.

The King watched as his oldest friend and adviser, went after his son. This is the last straw, he thought. One more chance, that's it.