Reality of Daydreams

Home Alone

Marc itched his scruffy clothes covered in a thin layer of dirt. It had been two nights since he crashed at Mage's. He was still there. Mage sat in the corner of the room sewing meticulously. Marc rolled his eyes but knew better than to insult Mage while he was holding a needle. With a final stroke, Mage yanked the cheap thread, breaking it and finishing up with a knot. He held the pants up, although there was a bored, tired expression on his face, Marc could see a twinkle of pride in his eyes. It was in these moments Marc felt guilty. Guilty for his relatively easy life. Sure, people were trying to kill him ever once and awhile, but he had never worked a day in his life as the youngest prince. Nobody cared enough to discipline, let alone teach him. Mage hated stealing so he had to work. Finding and taking up as many jobs as he can or even more than he should. He was lucky enough to have a few friendly merchants recognize his admirable character and give him better work whenever they came in town. Marc felt guilty and jealous. Mage's existence was his own. Noone can take it away from him because he did it all himself. People respected that. Marc was just a good for nothing prince. No mentors or allies, just his stupid self versus the rest of the world.

"Are you waddling in self-pity again?" Mage asked while stretching.

"It's wallowing, and no." Marc said not wanting to talk. 

"Alright, your majesty! I best be on my way." Mage swung a worn out canvas bag over his shoulder and making his way out of the dusty room. "Wha- but-," Marc tripped over his feet and words as he stood up, "Where are you going?" "Work. I have a job a couple miles from here." Mage said before stopping to think and nodded, "I'll be back in three days so just don't leave the place a mess, alright?" Not waiting for a response he ducked out of the room. Marc popped his head out the doorway. "What about dinner?!" Mage gave him a finger without turning to face him.

Marc smiled, "Love ya too jerk."

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A scoff. Fist crash against the table, denting it. Someone wasn't happy. Luca stood in a dangerous position. He looked ready to kill as the palace eunuch struck back in terror. Like a yo-yo Luca snapped back into his usual demeanor. He smiled calmly, carrying a strange aura of regal pride. "I'm sorry," he said it so reassuringly the eunuch seemed to take a double take, "I don't think I caught what you said right. Could you repeat it one more time for me, please?"

The eunuch nodded his head in a stuttering motion. His eyes shifting across the room.

"H-Her Majesty, Th-The Queen," The eunuchs head got lower as he swallowed, and cleared his throat. "Says that she will not welcome you back until you have subsided the Union threat as you had been t-told to-" The eunuch froze, his eyes meeting the fiery prince's.

A smile more like a snarl had appeared on the prince's face. It melted into a more charming smile. He leaned forward.

"Is that so?"

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A/N

Once again this is gonna be short cause like an idiot I informed a crazed lunitic that I would be writing tonight so said crazed lunitic is on my back right now as I'm writing. Today was a good day, and tomorrow will be too!

Goodnight peeps!!