A prince caught himself in a bad situation in the forest but luckily a young man saved his life from a group of bandits that tried to kill him.
This young man in other hand doesn't know that the guy he saved is the prince, which the prince tried to...
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If I can picture out the house of Bran, this will be it, minus the balcony.
Prince Henry
Three days have swung by when Bran salvaged my life from a group of men that tried to chase me to death. I've snuck out my guarded palace to breathe a whole room of virgin air away from my suffocating life as a prince. The massive work that weighted my shoulders was unbearable. Even so, I was fortunate enough to find myself being chased by three men dressed in black that forged out of nowhere in the midst of the forest, and I blindly endured a shot by an arrow in just a span of about two hours. Like I said, I was fortunate.
Ironically, the arrow that hit me has been repaid by the guy who shot it himself, the guy took care of me and treated my wound. His name is Bran. Bran is full of surprises. He can cook lavish taste, he washes his own clothes, he carries out and performs traditional medicine, he runs a little farm on his backyard, he's really good with archery and a little bit of swordplay. But what really surprised me was his adamant, self-willed attitude, and illiteracy about the royal family, and Bran along with his father live in the middle of the forest exclusively.
Bran was certainly unique. Good lord he didn't know who I was, not even the rest of the royals. I, beyond doubt, assumed he recognized me straight away and saved me. However, the moment the arrow hit me, I figured he had no idea.
That was the very reason why I hid my royal identity from him and imposed myself as my good friend of mine, George — a palace guard. If Bran finds out, he might change the way he interacts with me. As bitter it may sound, this is my first time being truly treated with honesty the moment I set foot away from toxicity. The people in the palace treat me as polite as they can, with smiles on their faces every time I talk to them, they are just nice to me because I am a prince. But Bran was different, he was genuine. Well, he has no idea that I am a prince. All I unfolded to him was that I was a wealthy palace guard, and he bought it. I wonder if anything changes between us if I tattled that I'm Prince Henry of Parslovia.
We stood by the river mid-day embracing the warm breeze. My wound on my arm has healed, while my right leg was doing better than the day before. I could walk with a bearable pain, to say the least. I sat and rested on a big yellow-brown rock while Bran fetched water to refill the barrel. The warm sunlight gave life and colored the surroundings. The tall pine trees gave out a refreshing sweet odor absorbed by the woods, birds were flocking and singing melodies that were felt through the vibrating air. A dray of squirrels satisfying their thirst from the river water caught my eye. The scene was harmonious.
This is far different from what I usually see every day. Brick walls, huge windows with fancy drapes covered, a big shiny chandelier in every hall room yet the corridors are dimmed, a wide flowery garden with an elegant looking fountain set at the back of the palace, and guards shielding all around. This is the world my eyes attracted to every day.
