The Captain's Ransom

5. Strategy Plans

Standing in my private living chambers, maids circle me as they help to dress me for the grand ball. The music can already be heard, as It floats up through my opened window. My posture is straight and tall, as I stare ahead at the mirror.

I stand in black pants, A white button up shirt and to my fathers disgust a black royal jacket. It has the usual princely ware upon it. The golden yellow shoulder tassels, the medals that shine in the light. The white and green sash, the colours of my Kingdom.

"Does it please my Prince?" One of the maids asked nervously.

Nodding my head, my brown hair moved around messily. "It does. Fix my hair."

Walking to the chair I sat down and looked at the maid.She grabs a comb and a kind of hair gel to help keep it in place. She puts some in her hands and spreads it evenly in my brown locks, before taking the comb and sweeps it back from my face. My face now free of my bangs, in a handsome princely manner.

"Better. Now leave."

The maids make no time at gathering their items, and running from the room not wanting to make me angry by needing to repeat myself. Standing I walk to my desk and I grab my long sword, as I attach it to the belt resting on my hips.

"Two weeks."

Never once have I dreaded the arrival of my birthday. Finally coming of age in my Kingdom at nineteen, is a huge burden for me. For that is the day I am to wed a beautiful Princess or noble Lady of high ranking status.

I tried to get out of this terrible fate, but my father the King refused to listen. His exact words were, I am a Prince, and it is my duty to marry once I come of age. Though let's say I talked him into a somewhat agreement. If he had his way I would be married instantly, to the Princess of the Kingdom of Rose, Princess Krista.

Though her father, the King. He refuses to wed his only daughter off to the Prince of a Kingdom whose only trade is Fish. My father was furious as he got turned down on the offer. So he found the next suitable prospect. Princess Annie of Trost. Her Kingdom looks up to this tough Princess, but I would never marry her. I refused to.

So this is what led me here. I bargained with my father that I will marry on my Birthday. However it will be to a girl of my own choosing.

Because of this, my Palace is already swarming with Princesses. Along with Noblemen and their daughters, in hopes to get their name into the royal line. Now for the next two weeks each night there is to be a ball or party of some sort. All for me to be surrounded by women so I can pick one to make my Princess. Then when I take the Kingdom as my own, my Queen.

"Such a fucking waste of my time."

Walking to the window I see more carriages arriving as I groan out. Never once have I met a girl who has made my heart race. I am just not interested in finding love. Besides, being an Alpha like myself. The rumor is there is one omega out there, well I have met many omegas. None have captured my attention. I look down upon them, as all do. Omegas are worthless creatures, their only purpose in life is to impregnate from their Alpha and to give heirs.

I am pulled from my thoughts as a knock sounds on my door. "What?" I call out in a stern voice, as my door opens.

"The King awaits you my Prince." Turning I see a maid who bows her head nervously.

"Whatever..." I mumble and push my way past her and walks towards the throne room. "Let's get this over with."

...

Not long after arriving on the shore of Shiganshina. We hide the long boat, then make our way up the main road.

"So Farlan, is there a plan to get us from here to the Palace?" My heart stops as I stare at Petra then to Isabel as I place our bags down on the side of the road. "And by that look on your face, I am assuming there isn't.." Petra sighs out. "Well it wouldn't look proper having 3 nobles walk to the palace and get all dirty."