Stop Fighting This Love [Complete]

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A/N: thank you for the votes and comments so far. The pm's I receive really give me the inspiration that gets me to continue writing so I really hope you'll stick with this book throughout this amazing journey. If it seems to be mistakes in some chapters, please do let me know✨👍 Also, since I used Marichat gifs in the other book...

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The prince had enough of fairytales. His mind was focused on reality; the sound of the blade slicing over armoury, the feel of vibrations through his shield, the colour red reflected in the eyes of soldiers. Frightened soldiers. Cowards.

Adrien Agreste had won two wars for his country. At fourteen, he decided to take action in leading the remaining troops of his kingdom into war— the previous leader passed on just before the battle began so Adrien decided to take action himself. The following year, he had already started his own army and fought against the kingdom of Kubdel.  They had won both battles, no doubt, because Adrien was leading them.

His parents, King Gabriel and Queen Tara, have warned Adrien not to become an arrogant soldier, thirsty for shed of blood, but he refuse to listen. They just did not understand how important his country was to him and how far he'd go to protect it. They did not understand the potential strength of power.

Adrien held his sword out with confidence, glaring at the seven men who surrounded him in a circle. They were all nervous, he could tell. He couldn't blame them either. It wasn't a fair match unless about five more men fought against him on their side.

The group charged at once, Adrien's glare turning into an evil smirk. Idiots— they were all charging the same way: tip of blade outwards while shield plastered to the chest too tightly. Worst mistake.

The second before they collided, the prince bent down easily on one knee causing a handful of soldiers to slam into one another from above him. This gave him an opportunity to trip upcoming opponents, slicing their knees in the process. In training, once you have fallen you weren't allowed to get back up because it would be considered death on the battlefield.

Adrien never fell in anything he was committed to, especially when it involved a fight.

Three men were already curled up onto the floor, gripping their split knees. As the other men soldiers around him fell in pain at his every turn, Adrien couldn't help but grin wickedly. Weak, he thought, not enough of a challenge. He kept slicing his blade toward exposed skin, slamming the hilt into skulls of men who dared find themselves worthy of a fight.

Armand D'Argencourt watched it all from the corner of the training room, the DarkBlade himself judging the tiniest of mistakes in the prince's defence. He was Adrien's trainer after all— it was his job.

Too confident, Armand thought, not wary of surprises. However, that's how Adrien had always reacted. That's how he won both wars for his country. It's what made him the most advanced, youngest soldier in four decades.