Part Four

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4 Month Ago, Azanaky, Rolanz War Base

            Joylon yawned bored. There was no action in this land. It was dry, hot, and the base was underground, and poorly lit. What kind of life was this for a prince? The women, dressed in layers, and the soldiers didn’t know a thing about fun. He couldn’t wait until he could finish his business, and leave.

            Joylon looked at Landon, who was too busy reading a letter from his Lover, Dusty, to care about much else. His gold hair was slicked back, and his brown eyes skimmed the paper slowly. It was a life or death thing with him. He looked so happy, and egger. Joylon guessed that Landon had gotten permission to have that girlie of his come down.

            Dusty was a pretty thing, her picture sat on the dresser next to Landon’s cot, and never moved. She had a bright, white smile, smooth copper skin, glittering eyes, gumdrop cheekbones, and thick, straight, blonde hair. She was into the history of the war for whatever reason. Joylon remembered Landon telling his something about her parents dying in the war a couple years back.

            “Hey Landon.” Joylon called out playfully, waving his hand in the air to the man.

            Landon looked up, just the slightest look of annoyance peering at the young Prince of Nami. “What is it Joylon?”

            Joylon acted hurt by the soldier’s rude tone. “So mean, Landie! I just wanted to see if we could play!” He posed on the bed, his hand on his lean side, sprawled legs curling up slightly.

            “I’m sorry Sir, but I’m not interested.” Landon said trying to keep himself from rapping his hands around the scrawny neck of the so called Prince. He’d been getting annoyed by the man’s antics, and his feeble attempts to seduce him.

            “Oh if you say so!” Joylon sighed, throwing his head back dramatically, his dark, silky hair, sweeping off his shoulder. “Just remember the offer is always open!”

            “I’ll try.” Landon said quickly getting back to Dusty’s letter to him.

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