Prince Of England ⚜️[Reign]⚜️

Chapter 6

It has been a day or two since Mary called off her engagement to Tomas of Portugal. The whole court was busy preparing for the harvest festival later this week. But in the market by the castle grounds the royals, Lords, and Lady's of all kind were smiling drinking and gathering supplies for their boat of regrets. Prince Nicholas was one of tnoes royals along with his Gentleman-in-waiting.

Nickolas was looking at some of the items from different booths until he stopped to look a a wood boat. An elderly man smiled to the Princes picking up the boat to show him better.

"A fine boat ain't it? I widdled it my self." The older man said. "You see what we do is, you choose a boat you like, and you write your regrets on this ribbon here." The man said holding up a white ribbon for the prince. "Then what you'll do is tie it to the end of your boat, and watch it sail away." He said sliding his hand across the air.

"That sounds like a wonderful tradition." Nickolas commented with a smile.

"Prince Nickolas!"

The English Prince turned around quickly seeing Adam, the Page Boy, running towards him bumping into a merchants cart and a few people. He was a small boy of 12 often working in the kitchens, but was positioned as the Prince's Page while he stayed at court. He bowed to Nickolas breathing heavily from his run with red cheeks and sweat on his brow.

"Goodness Adam, did you run across the whole country?" Nickolas joke motioning for one of his Gentleman-in-waiting to give Adam some water.

"You have an Envoy from Captain Brokett." Adam said handing the peice of parchment to Nickolas as Brandon handed the boy some water.

"The winds have changed, we can head back to England." Nickolas tells his friends with a smile before looking down at Adam. "Thank you for bringing this to me." He reached into his pocket and held up two gold pieces placing them in the boys hand.

"For me?" Adam asked.

"Of course, I believe you earned it, taking care of us while we've been here." Nickolas said as the boy smiled with excitement and ran off back to the castle.

Nickolas and his friends continued to look around the market until Mary and her ladies came. The Scottish Queen spotted her cousin and turned to her ladies covering her mouth as she said something to Greer and Aylee. The two bowed their heads and walked off making Nickolas arch a brow towards Mary as he stopped by a merchants cart filled with oranges.

"What do you suppose she told them?" Brandon asked nobody in particular as he felt an orange from the cart.

"Who knows, I'm just glad we'll be heading home soon." Wyatt said finding a seat to read Utopia, by Sir Thomas more.

"Francis!" A blonde woman shouts gaining a few people's attention.

"Olivia." Francis said marching over to the girl quickly. Olivia looked at Framcis frightened. She told him all the things that had happened to her in the woods.

"Hmm, trouble in paradise?" Nickolas asked slightly amused.

"Dose my misery truly bring you such joy?" Mary asks slightly annoyed with her cousin.

"To be completely honest, yes. You have been my only entertainment since I arrived here at court." Nickolas says before walking away with his Gentleman-In-Waiting.

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Nickolas walled down the halls of the castle, his mind drifting back to the marketplace and the elderly man who had carved the little boats. He wondered if the tradition was something that was unique to this particular region or if it was practiced elsewhere in the world. It seemed like such a poetic way to release one's regrets and emotions, allowing them to be carried away by the current, never to be seen again.