Choose Your Bride

Chapter 1

I'm going to hate today. I've never looked forward to today. Ugh! I have to dress like a prince today. I hate the idea so much. Why must I have been born a prince? What's the good out of all this? Was my whole life based around marriage and ruling the kingdom?

    "Time to get up Young Prince," my guard says.

    "Why?"

    "Today you get to meet three new important women in your life."

    "Ugh!"

    "I know you hate the idea, but your mother will be thrilled."

    "I hate the idea of all of it! If Father was still alive, he wouldn't let this happen!"

    "Yes I know, but your father would remind you that no matter what happens you are who you are."

    "I know, but why must I get married off?"

    "You're the oldest Young Prince."

    "Why are you calling me that?"

    "It's a coverup, Sir."

    "Ok,"

    Why must what I love be a secret? I hope one of them doesn't mind who I am and what I love. It would be so much easier than being called Young Prince, Your Highness, Your Majesty, or King Alec all the time. I just want to be called Alec. Nothing any higher please. My father was the best, and got to be called a ninja. He got a new name for when he got the title ninja. That's my goal, but I will not be paid to kill someone. You do my family wrong, watch your back. I'm not the person you want to deal with. If you knew my father, then you know not to mess with me.

"Young Prince, your mother is waiting for you downstairs. She wants to see you before the ladies show up."

"Yes Genny."

I walk downstairs to my mother. I bet she's going to talk to me about who these ladies are and  be a "gentleman." What is a gentleman? I am no "gentle" man! I am not a man you want to mess with. I'm better off alone.

"Alec,"

"Yes Mother?"

"I want you to be my little gentleman today. Be the prince I know you are."

"Yes Mother,"

"What happened to your face?"

Oh! I forgot about the wound. Shoot! She's gonna find out!

"Did the cat scratch you again?"

She thinks the cat scratched me? I go along with it, "Yes."

"I'll have Genny put them up."

"Ok,"

"I want you to be the prince I know you are today."

"Yes Mother."

I hate this. I hate this so much! I clench my hands into fists and put them behind me. Why must I have been born a prince?

"Ok so I arranged the girls' names in order from youngest to oldest. The youngest is fifteen and the oldest is sixteen."

"So there's only two girls?" hopefully.

"No there's three. Two are sixteen, one is fifteen."

"Oh,"

I wonder what each are like. Oh wait! No I don't. I deserve to be alone. I don't deserve happiness. I don't deserve to have the same happiness as these girls. I don't deserve any of them. Why must I get married, if I don't want to?