the royal rebellion

chapter two

PRINCE ALEC FOCUS
And once their dancing had ended, the young prince bid the princess goodbye, he made his way to the window yet again and climbed out. 
He met the eyes of the princess for a split second before dropping to the ground, if anyone where to have seen they would have saw a figure falling to the ground, black hair strewn around as the prince falls into the shrubbery outside.
But, of course, no one has seen it, for all of the kingdom still sleeps. All but a prince, a princess, and a knight. A knight who does nothing to interfere with the young royals relationship.
And as the prince falls to the shrubbery, his fall is cushioned by someones arms. There was a small laugh followed by another, more masculine laugh.
And as the laughing quietly continues, a mutual agreement begins to form. A trust in each other comes to focus as they laugh and joke.
Beyond the prince's berry dyed hair there are eyes that you can trust. Secrets that are yet to unfold. And memories of old, and those that have just begun.
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Before the young prince left he wrote on a small piece of parchment. Giving it to the knight, he requested it be directly delivered to the princess. And after he left the parchment for the princess, he made his way back to his own palace. And upon his arrival he was greeted with smiles, the children of the kingdom always greeted the young prince in the mornings. But it wasn't always just the children, there were tailors, mages, princes, princesses. People from all around would greet the prince. There was always one particular young princess named...
"Claire? Now, didn't I tell you to stay in bed at this time of day?" the prince asked, his eyes on the young girl.
"Well, yes, but I wanted to see you before you disappear all day!" the young princess replied, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around the prince's waist, only to be lifted onto his hip without a sound.
And, with that, they made their way into the palace.
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As the sun rose high over head, the prince properly dressed. No lobger in his night clothes, he wore a large black trenchcoat which covered most all his outfit. From the collar of his trenchcoat you could see the neck of a purple turtleneck dhirt.
His shoes were heeled, not that he needed the extra height, just that he wanted to appear taller than his fellow royals.
"Tomorrow..." he mumbled softly before carefully jumping from the window of his bedroom on the 5th floor of the palace, and once he landed he mumbled, "...is princess Eoleum's 16th birthday... and I'm not letting that bastard marry her... none of us are."
And once he reached the palace gates, he was joined by the young princess Claire, and his good friend prince Sebastian.
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"Hey, Sebastian, what kind of outfit do you plan on wearing to Eoleum's birthday ball tomorrow?" Alec asked the older prince, looping his arm in his as he held the young princess on his hip, despite her pleas to be put down.
"Well, I managed to convince that lovely tailor of yours to sew a skirt to one of those lovely turtlenecks. I'm not sure how well I will like the outfit, but I'm sure it will work out for me, are we still going through with the plans we had made?" Prince Sebastian answered in reply as he nodded his head at young florist who had just curtsied at the three.
Alec nodded his head as well, "Yes, we're still going through with the plans, and good morning Marinella, what a lovely day, is it not?"
"Oh, it most certainly is, and good morning to you as well your majesty!" Marinella answered with a grin, "and might I add that you and prince Sebastian both look charming as usual, and you, m'lady look beautiful."
"Oh, thank you!" Claire replied, "if you wouldn't mind convincing this scoundrel to put me down, it'd be greatly appreciated, I'm tired of him carrying me around on his hip like I'm some baby!"
"That's because you are a baby," Alec groaned before placing Claire on the ground and gently grasping her hand, "and you know that if I ever let you wander around alone the kingdom would have my head, quite literally! You're ten ywars old for kings sake, if I lose you I'll never hear the end of it! Let alone considering Sebastian is here too, he could get in trouble, and so could Marinella!"
"Hush! Sheesh, you act as if I'm going to run off on purpose just to get you in trouble! Oh, wait, I see your point, that is the whole plan, isn't it?"
"Not the entire plan," Sebastian replied, "only half of it, but we can't speak of that here, lets all go and find Eoleum fiest, then we can discuss when things become more calm and quiet, we don't want there to be even the slightest chance of anyone finding out about our plans."
The other three nodded in agreement before they drifted into a long, comfortable silence. Marinella entwined her fingers with Claire's, a silent agreement with Alec's previous statement.
As the small group walked along, they came upob many familiar faces that they would get used to seeing more often in the very, very near future. A shared future of danger and survival, of battle and quiet. No one will expect what happens in the near future, but it will arrive, and it will not be pretty.
No one expects royals and commoners alike to rebel together, to pack their things the night before and store them somewhere, somewhere no one will dare to look. These children, royal and common alike, are wise for their age, as wise ad thead they get in their generation.
They have secrets they have kept for long periods of time, secrets that will never get out for as long as they can possibly keep them inside, tucked away from the eyes of the public watch dogs, the people who find it fun to watch their every move, memorize their exact routine.
Is these types of people that spark these kinds of changes and decisions.
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"Eoleum!" Alec called out, releasing Claire's hand and unwinding his arm from Sebastian's, he pulled the princess into a bone crushing hug, his form of gratitude and love. His way of showing the people around him that the princess was one of the peopke that he would never allow anyone to seperate him from, not even that sick bastard who even dares to call himself again, no, definetly not that drunken brute who thinks he's so much better than everyone else in the kingdom, who thinks he will be able to boss the princess around.
No, definetly not, there is no way that the prince will ever allow any of that to happen to anyone that he loves.
"Lets get everything you'll need for tomorrow night, yeah?"