The Kings Son

His-tory

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Hazel POV

My breath came in short ragged gasps. As much as I wished otherwise I walked to where the boy was now standing outside the carriage, he took my hand and helped me up. I sat down, opposite where he was sitting previously. “Dinner should be excellent, my mother is preparing it” he said, I nodded in response, “Hazel is there something wrong” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

“No, I am fine, why do you ask” I questioned

“You did not respond when I asked a question” he responded.

“Sorry, just a bit distracted” I responded continuing to look out the window, “What was your question”

“I was wondering if you had ever tried pomegranate seeds” he asked, I looked at him with an odd look.

“What are those” I asked, hoping I did not sound too ignorant.

“They are little fruit seeds, my mother makes a wonderful pasta with them” he responded, a happy look on his face.

“Well, I am excited to try them” I responded, still in my own reverie.

“Thank you for doing this, my parents are very anxious to meet you” he said, I smiled at him.

“Of course” I responded, not that I had much of an other option. I continued to look out the window, truth was I had never been this close to the castle ever before in my life. As we rounded a corner I saw it, all stone, the windows and doors built as arches. It was beautiful. I smiled slightly, the corners of my lips turning up, Jake would have loved the stonework, that was what he wanted to do, after he had served his time in the army. 

“What is it you see” he asked.

“Jake would have loved to see the architecture here, that was his great passion, sculpture, design, it was his favorite thing when we were younger” I responded

“So you two grew up together” he asked, I nodded, “Not to pry, but could you tell me about him”

“Sure” I responded, not that I had much of an option, “we had been in the same class at school for years, his father and mine were called off to war, I assume Prince Anthony with your father”

“Yes, I was 8 when he left” he responded.

“Yes, we were as well, anyway, his mother was pregnant with his sister at the time, my mother took care of his while his father was gone. We were kind of stuck together. At first it was awkward, then we became friends, then more like adoptive siblings, and then our fathers came back” I said, “We stayed friends, I helped with their bakery for months in the summer, his father was working two jobs to keep the family where they were, then Jake’s mom said that she would work it, that we should go out and do something. So we would go to the market together, get things for the bakery, and I would run errands for my mom, it was fun. We became closer, he was sweet, he did not deserve to die that young, he could have had a life, a family, grown old” 

“With you” he said, I smirked, and shook my head.

“No we had already crossed the topic, he did not want that for me, he said that I could do better than him, he wanted me to be happy” I said, continuing to look out the window. There was silence. the carriage glided by a smaller building. There was a wagon of hay that was being unloaded by a single man, who looked like he was having trouble.

“Stop here please” Anthony said to the driver, who immediately stopped the carriage. “Wait here” he said and got out, walking over to the man. I watched to see what he was going to do, I expected him to get angry and yell but he did not. He took off his jacket, which revealed a short sleeve shirt underneath and he jumped up on to the cart. He threw the bales off of the cart and onto the ground, the other man started to walk them into the building, the prince jumped off of the cart and walked back over to the carriage and opened the door. “I need to finish helping Harry with the hay for the horses, would you like to go into the barn” he asked. 

“Sure” I responded and stepped out of the carriage, the ground was solid, and the air was cold, I pulled my mothers traveling cloak tighter around me. I stayed a few paces behind the prince. when we walked into the door of the barn and my eyes adjusted I walked into the wind break and up to one of the stalls, it was empty. On the opposite side of the aisle there was a black horse, he was so beautiful. His mane fell into his eyes, he snorted, spraying me with whatever had irritated his nose, and nuzzled at me. “I don’t have anything for you” I said, petting the soft spot on his nose. 

“I see you have met Pluto” A voice behind me said, I turned, the man who had been unloading hay bales was standing behind me. 

“He is very beautiful” I complimented. 

“Yes, he is Anthony’s, he is his favorite horse here” he said, I looked outside at the prince doing a commoners work. “Don’t be too hard on him, his parents have been pressuring him to find a bride for months now, he has nothing but good things to say about you, please give him a chance”

“I am trying to” I responded, he smiled.

“I know” he said, Anthony walked in, his jacket swung over his shoulder. 

“I see you have met Pluto” he said, I nodded, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. “He is a sweet horse” he remarked, fishing in his jacket pocket for something, he pulled out a single sugar cube, Pluto nickered his appreciation. “They were supposed to be for my mothers coffee this morning, but she wanted tea, so I took one for Pluto” he told me, feeding the sugar cube to the horse. I heard the sugar crunching under his teeth. 

“You should probably head up to the house, your mother will be looking for you” the other man said, the prince nodded. 

“How right of you Harry” he said, “I will be down tonight to feed everyone if you want to go to sleep early”

“Thank you, it was nice meeting you” he said to me, and walked to a little side room. 

“Who was he” I asked as we walked through a stone passageway, that looked to hardly be used. 

“He was like a father to me, he is our stable hand, he taught me to ride” he sounded reminiscent. 

“That is nice” I said. 

“Yes, I learned some valuable things in that stable” he said. 

“That black horse, is he yours” I asked.

“Yes, Harry and I raised him. He came in as an injured colt, and after my lessons I would come down and take care of him, he was a sweet little horse” he said. We arrived at one of the castle hallways.

“It is so beautiful here” I remarked. 

“Yes it is, the dining room is this way” he said, we walked to a big set of what looked like oak doors. “I am going to apologize now for anything my mother says, she is very happy about meeting you, and sometimes she is a bit overenthusiastic”

“Sounds exactly like my mother” I responded, he laughed, I smiled as he pushed open the doors.