Her Majesty (PROMO SAMPLE)

Chapter 1: Nikolai

𝕹𝖎𝖐𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖎

The supposed cold days meant nothing when the sun beat down onto Nikolai's pale blonde waves. The bright rays melted the snow that had fallen through the night and made a bead of sweat soak through his thick, white, cotton-spun shirt as he swiftly went through the main muddy arena to greet his friend, Lenal. He was in the midst of all the chaos and neighing horses like he usually was, his bright smile catching the attention of most that worked to prepare the Arena.

Lenal was opposite of Nikolai in appearance. He was far more muscular and tall, even at their young age of 17, while the young prince was thinner and faster. Lenal also had a deep voice that went along well with his dark kinky hair and shiny moonlight skin. The girls that giggled around him loved it but they loved the thought of a prince being interested in them more. It brought their giggles to a higher tune and their arms and hands to become clingier. "You come at the wrong time dear friend." Lenal ran his tongue along his strangely clean teeth seeing the girls sway their attention to the blonde.

"Seeing as you have practice I think I came at the right time." Putting his arm over the girl closest to him, Nikolai threw a wink over to the man whom he considered his brother. They had grown together in the castle; Lenal was of lower status but made something of himself when he applied his time and strength into the world of fighting. "Do you not agree?"

Shaking his head, the dark skinned boy decided it was best not to answer since the prince had a large cup of sweet wine in his other dry hand. Things never went the way he imagined them to when the prince had fermented liquid in his hands. Some may consider it a problem but their friendship never went to the length of correcting each other's flaws.

"Why so grim?"

One of the girls that was not getting enough attention from the confused boy made her way over to sit on Lenal's lap. "He's frightened about the fight."

"I'm not frightened." He snapped quickly. Straightening his back, he diverted his eyes to not meet the blondes amused ones. "The more I win, the more money is bet on my behalf."

"What a problem to have." Nikolai gave one of his signature smirks. It made the girls giggle and Lenal sigh. "There is always a sure way to relieve stress my friend." Looking down at the girl wrapped around his arm he made sure to let his gaze purposely fall down to her large breasts. There were many people who thought the role of a prince meant responsibility and authority but none of that really was laid out for him. The council thought of him as too carefree and immature so Nikolai did what any eighteen year old boy would do...he took advantage of it.

"If the Queen catches wind of you and I back in that place again she will have you hung and me thrown to the forest."

The young prince threw his head back to let the remainder of his drink fall into his mouth, spilling drops down his neck, staining his clothes. "You give my mother far too much credit."

"You don't give her enough." Lenal murmured.

A burp accompanied the sound of a *clink* as his silver cup bounced off of Lenal's new armor propped carefully against the wooden bench and rested easily in the mud below the blonde. He didn't even notice the irritated sigh that left his friends mouth. The future king had learned to disregard any frustration because he knew he was untouchable. "Help me understand-" Letting go of the girls and kicking the cup out of his way, he slowly bent down to be eye to eye with the sitting man. "Lenal Underhill, second of his name, who sits on the council as the people's advisor is more afraid of a woman that sits higher on a throne than of the future king himself."

"You are no King yet friend." Lenal stood up, bumping the blonde back showing himself taller. "She is gods gift to the people, you are only half blood."