oak trees // misfits

k i n g d o m (1/2)

ship: smiitz
smii7y x fitz
prompt: after capturing a near by kingdom cameron decides to capture the prince

ship request : ikylieee
prompt request : @TM_EclipseDragon
- i hope i met your expectations -
——|——

"king cameron, prince jaren from the vidal kingdom has been successful capture. would you like us to lock him in the dungeon and you can visit him tomorrow? it is getting late, after all." one of cameron's knights spoke.

cameron nodded his head in approval and watched as the guy left the main room and turned down the hallway. cameron then dismissed everyone else in the room so he could think to himself.

the king let out a sigh of relief when everyone had left. they had successfully taken over the kingdom of vidal and captured the prince.

of course cameron didn't want to. he'd rather leave the small place in peace and create an alliance with them. but food here in provell was scarce and this was the only way. stealing and torture. cameron proposed the idea of trade, but his mother put that idea down immediately. there wouldn't be enough for the whole town.

and the only way to keep the opposing kingdom under lock was to make them weaker, and capture their prince. it would leave the kingdom vulnerable and an easy win.

cameron decided to call it a day and headed to his room.

—

"king cameron, are you ready to speak to prince jaren of vidal?"

cameron nodded and stood from his throne. he threw the cape behind him and made his way to the dungeon.

"he hasn't talked much. probably due to shock, be easy on him." the guard opened the cell door and cameron stepped in.

cameron hummed and shooed off anyone that was in the room.

"good day, prince jaren. before i say anything i would like you to know we don't attend on hurting you unless forced to. you will be taken care of well until i decided the next steps. now-"

"im not scared of you. no need to clear anything up, king cameron." the prince cut the other off. he messed with the string from his tunic. probably a nervous habit.

"and why is that? we could still kill you at any moment." already cameron's patience was wearing thin, this boy had nerves to speak to a king like that.

"im aware of that. but i know you wont kill me. you need me and my kingdom. as long as you need resources from them you'll keep me."

the prince was right and that intimated cameron a bit. but he didn't let his guard down, a tactic he's been forced to learn for years now.

"i see. until then i will allow you to stay in a room in the west wing, near my bedroom. guards will still have to keep and eye on you but i hope it's enough. you're a prince after all, i will not treat you like a prisoner. i will send some guards down later to escort you there. i hope it suits your needs. when dinner comes around, i will send someone to retrieve you. in the mean time, make yourself comfortable."

a guard opened the cell door and cameron walked out and head back to the main room. leaving behind a shocked prince.

—