Queen of the Druids

Chapter 2

Prince Bres woke up to the small sound of chitter-chatter outside his door. Female servants enjoyed spending their time looking at him through the keyhole to his room. They giggled and tittered as they talked about how handsome he was. A very tall man with toned muscles on his arms, pecks, and torso. His hair was disheveled in curly dirty blond locks while his brown eyes looked like a foreign sweetness. But his eyes tended to deceive virgin women from time to time.

"Prince Bres!" called out the prince's advisor as he groaned in annoyance. The servants scurried off as they heard the advisor dashing towards the bed chamber. Once he arrived, he opened the arched wooden door and walked in.

"Don't you need permission to do that, Fiachna?" Prince Bres asked with sleep and boredom dripping from his lips.

Lord Fiachna graced over to the other side of the room where the closed off window was. "Yes, but in this case it is urgent." He shot the curtains to the side as the Prince groaned in morning pain. "Your presence is greatly needed in the throne room."

A simple ride was all he needed to clear his head. Politics bored him so much that there were times when he thought that he'd faint in front of his father's court. At times he hated being who he was, but to everyone else he was just another suitor for fathers to offer their daughter's hand in marriage. A happily single man with no betrothed.

The prince scoffed at the thought of sitting with his father again just to discuss engagements. "Well tell my father I'll be back tonight."

"It's her Majesty, the Queen, who wishes to see you."

A smirk played on his face as he sat up. "Even better. Tell her Majesty I won't be back until tomorrow evening."

Ignoring his advisor's rebuttal, he quickly got dressed in simple clothing and sped across the castle until he got to the stables.

Bres laughed as he rode his beautiful white stallion past luscious greenery while shooting arrows at non-living targets. Any chance he could get to not be a prince, he always took it, even if it meant forcing it himself.

He let his horse come to a complete stop for him to rest after galloping for so long. "There, there," the prince said as he started to grab an apple from his satchel.

"You have some nerve!" yelled a poor man while dragging Prince Bres off his high horse.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

"Give us what you owe!" said the second man as he held the prince's collar and punched his beautiful right eye.

The both of them continued to beat him up to a pulp and took all bits of gold and silver that came from the royal. As soon as they left, Bres had just enough strength to climb on his horse and get it to run for help before he lost consciousness.