oblivion

two : príncipe

"abrir caminho para o príncipe!"

That phrase was muttered and screamed throughout the Portuguese palace. Prince Alfonso was more than annoyed at this desicion to travel to France. Alfonso was a talented and handsome young man that had all the qualities for a successful ruler, yet he was a womanizer amoung many. Consequently, he was caught in bed with his uncles betrothed and apparently this was his punishment. Alfonso had no desire to fall in love as he watched the marriage between his mother and father all apart. He had been nineteen already and his mother longed for a marriage between him and the Indian princess for political and societal gain. Alfonso found her extremely beautiful but he was afraid of the potienal outcome of the falling apart, in the end he become disrespectful and cold to the princess. The princess hated him and oddly enough she would attend the same French academy as him."What a coincidence" Alfonso thought.

Alfonso was tall, fair, and handsome. He had brown curly hair and light brown eyes. His parents are Pourtguese and oddly enough cousins. He was the only child of them, all his other siblings had been stillborn or miscarried. Alfonso quickly left the castle, and didn't bother to wave for say his farewell to the Portuguese community. He disliked Portugal, he'd rather stay in Africa or India with their beautiful weather and women. As the carriage started, Alfonso reflected on the amazing childhood memories when he was in French court. He befriended the heir to France, Louis and the heir to Italy, Caterina. The three were inseparable latin best friends and often taught each of their languages with one another. Everything between them was platonic and innocent. Alfonso thought Louis and Caternia as the siblings he never got to have and was forever grateful for their company. However, friendships fade, alliances change, and the three amigos went back to their countries in bittersweet farwells. He hasn't seen them in years! Maybe Louis finally grew a beard and maybe Caternia finally grew taller than Alfonso. France wasn't that far from Portugal, the boat ride was almost complete and he could see French court already. With the help of the weather, the water had rising and moved so much quickly than usual lately...

Several moments passed and Alfonso planted his foot on the French soil. He could see the French villagers smile so happily, as if they saw their own child grow into a man. He reached the castle and was immediately shocked. After all these years, the castle looked even more beautiful all fancy and expensive. Everyone did their bows in order to show respect to the future King of Portugal. The Queen and the King finally reached outside and the crowd hastily tightened and smiles grew. "Seems as if everything is positive and stable in France" Alfonso whispered. The young Princess Marie stepped out with a big smile plastered on her little face.