The Boy and His New Life

First Week at Anvard

Something I published when I first started Wattpad, but I made some changes.

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"Ouch!" Cor flinched as the needle poked him. He didn't understand why he needed a fitting, the clothes he had been wearing fit him well enough he thought. The king insisted, however, that Corin's clothes were a little too big for him, considering the fact that Cor hadn't an ounce of meat on him.

"Sorry, your Highness," the maid gave him an apologetic look. She was the youngest of the two maids that were hovering around him, poking him with needles.

"Hold still, your Highness," the older maid chided. "You're slouching." She brushed a strand of her gray hair out of her face.

"Sorry, I'm just starting to hurt..." Cor's face grew red.

"Gram," the young maid looked at the older woman. "I do believe he needs a break. He's never had a fitting before and standing so straight and still for a boy his age is very strenuous as it is when they have been trained to do so."

The old woman sighed, "Very well. I can work with the measurements we have anyways. No need to drag him back in."

The prince inwardly sighed with relief, but before he could make it out the door the older woman stopped him. "Ay! Prince, you forgot your shoes."

Cor frowned. He wouldn't say that he absolutely hated shoes, it was more like he thought they felt restraining. He was used to being barefoot practically his entire life, but, as a prince, it didn't go that way anymore. He took the shoes from the old woman and slipped them on without a word, though part of him wanted to complain.

Once they had everything settled, he left the room. He cracked his back as soon as the door was closed behind him. He wasn't used to standing up straight or even keeping his head up. His entire life was keep your head down, don't make eye contact with anyone but slaves. Of course, that never happened because they always looked down. Unless Arsheesh grabbed his face and forced him to look him in the eyes as the man abused him, he rarely ever looked up. Even when he ran away with Bree, who continually tried to make him straighten his shoulders and back and keep his head up like a true Narnian, it never worked. His skin color and blond curls already drew attention to many eyes in Calormen, so keeping his head down helped him blend in.

Cor supposed that he should have waited for an escort to bring him to the throne room. After all, he still hadn't the slightest clue on how to get anywhere on his own. He wasn't used to living in a place like a castle. Wandering around for some time, he eventually came across Darrin. The man raised a brow his way. "Should you not be heading back to the throne room, your Highness?"

"I was but... I... Do you mind showing me where that might be?" Cor's cheeks flushed a bright red, embarrassed that he was lost.

The man chuckled and nodded. "Come this way, your Majesty. I will show you how to get there." Darrin led Cor to the double doors and opened them. "There you are."

"Thank you," the prince whispered as he made his way towards the king.

King Lune didn't notice Cor until his son was next to him. Although Cor looked like his younger twin, he was not raised in the same standards as his brother. He was slightly shorter and much thinner due to the lack of food, he was much more tan due to constantly being in the Calormen sun, and perhaps his recent trip in the desert helped with that. The other difference was that Cor's hair was a little longer and, even though Cor agreed to cut off the dead ends, he didn't want to completely change it. The other differences were not visible, but still noticeable. Cor was much more quiet than his brother, walked a lot more quietly and never had much bounce like Corin, he wasn't prone to get into scrapes. At least, he did not intend to, which was fine because Corin caused enough ruckus. There were more differences, but those were just the most noticeable at the time being.