Prince of Hearts

Alistair is a oddly talented young prince that has yet to learn how to rule the kingdom.
Under the guidance of the royal advisor Alaric, he'll find out soon.
His brother-at-arms Sirius is a combat prodigy who becomes both his guardian and matchmaker. Yes, matchmaker.

Upon encountering a certain underground group or cult of some sort (they don't know and honestly, I don't either... yet), they must leave the palace to ensure their safety.

After fleeing the palace (for reasons not to be disclosed), they stumble upon Ebony, the self-proclaimed Princess of Mischief. Who tries to beat the crap out of them, only to be subdued by their mentor Perseus.

With a name to clear and a country to fix, is there any hope for our young protagonists?
Quite honestly, I doubt it. They're only moody teenagers after all.
How are they suppo- *gets knocked out*

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Author's note:
This is a story I wrote in 2019 and never got to publish. A close friend of mine encouraged me to let the world know of my writing. This is one of the earliest stories I have ever written, so I would greatly appreciate any constructive criticism my readers have to offer.
That's all. I hope you enjoy the cliffha- *mouth gets gagged by friend*

(Friend's voice)
Ehem! We hope you all enjoy the story!