Breaking the Chains - The Dragon Prince fanfic

The Assassination

A/N: Who would've thought that the cure for my writing block that I've been nursing for more than a year is by writing from a different fandom?

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Being a child king has its perks and disadvantages.

You may be able to get whatever you want and command anyone to follow your biddings, that doesn't mean there will be no opposition.

Ever since he assumed the throne at the age of ten - though he abdicated few days after to spare Katolis from a civil war, only to be hailed again after the infamous battle in the Storm Spire - Ezran's life has been placed under scrutiny not only by the Pentarchy but also by the elven kingdoms in Xadia, something that he finds ridiculously unfair.

He wasn't the only child ruler out there that has no regent. Queen Aanya took over the throne at the age of eight, no regent, and has participated in the battle against Viren's army in the Storm Spire, but never once she faced harsh criticism from other kingdoms like him.

Ah, it must be because of my bond to Zym.

The Dragon Prince, who was once considered a threat to humans and a source of unlimited power, became a symbol of miracle and peace. If not for Zym and his reunion with his mother Queen Zubeia, the war between the Human Kingdoms and Xadia will never end.

"I miss you guys so much," he muttered as he wrote down the words on the parchment paper. "And I can't wait to see you in Katolis next week."

Dipping his quill on the ink, he added: "P.S. Please avoid getting mushy in front of Zym. You have no idea how many incriminating images he projected to my innocent brain."

He can only imagine their flustered faces once they receive his letter.

A loud knock broke his reverie.

"Come in."

His bedroom door swung open, revealing Soren in his usual Crownguard armor. "Ez? It's past your bedtime. Opeli might kill us both if you're going to be late in your weekly council's meeting again."

"Yeah, yeah. I know." the young king scowled as he rolled the parchment paper and sealed it with a King's seal. "After I drop this to the Crow Lord, okay?"

"I can do that for you if you want." he offered.

"Ooh, that would be great!" Ezran hopped from his chair then handed the letter over to Soren, who immediately tucked it in his sleeve. "That letter is going to the Storm Spire."

"For your brother, huh?" the blond smirked. "Are Callum and Rayla gonna be here for the harvest festival?"

"I threatened him that I'm going to burn all of his board game collections if they ditch me next week."

"Not stripping his Prince title? Or at least booting him as your next in line heir?"

"Nah. He'd rather live his life as a mage than to be royalty."

"Fair point." Soren nodded in understanding, then tapped his sleeve."I'll make sure that he'll get this first thing in the morning."

"Awesome!" the young king grinned toothily then yawned, which earned a chuckle. "Good night, Soren."

"Sleep well, Your Highness." the Crownguard bowed then closed the door.

Ezran squinted his eyes then broke another yawn. He hasn't got any decent sleep for the past weeks due to the festival preparations, and there were cases where his duty calls outside his working hours. Who would've thought festivals are not always about food and games?