"Father please." I plead trying to convince my father, the king, to let me go to the performance at the farmers market outside the gates.
"Luke I said no!" He shouts slamming his fist on the table.
"It's okay honey calm down and breathe." my mother says calming him down.
"I must excuse myself." He says leaving the table.
"Luke your excused when your ready but I must follow your father and make sure he's okay." My mother says scurrying out to catch up with him.
I sit there wondering what I was going to do. My entire life all I wanted was to see the small play that was performed at the farmers market every year in honor of my birthday. The first time I had ever asked was at the age of 5 and was rejected. Tomorrow when the play starts I will be 18. I will be a legal adult but apparently that won't be good enough to leave the gates of Cerydale.
I stand up from the table. "Prince Luke," the servant bows to me,"your pajamas are laid out on your bed when your done with your shower a maid will be up to collect your dirty clothes."
"Thankyou Shevan." I say exiting the room and walking the stairs to my bedroom.
(A/N) So this is my Fanfiction I hope you like it Leave me your feedback
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The Prince (Lashton au)
Hayran KurguThe charming price in line next for heir of the throne. The young peasant in line next for his bowl of soup for the poor family. Two different worlds. Two different perspectives. One dream.
