Khai Drago

And the Winner is ....

“Your highness!” the crowd roared. “Crown Prince Khai!” A golden carriage picked me up and took me to my father. He placed a gold crown on my head. “Son, head home and get some rest,the ball will be at six pm.” I quickly left the field to avoid my brothers. Once I was home I went to my room where I found Maria on her knees beside my bed naked. “Congratulations Your Highness!” Maria whispered. “Maria put your clothes on and tell mom I’d like to see her.”

“Your Highness please make me feel like a woman first.” I gave her one look and she quickly dressed and left.

“Congratulations Son!”

“Mom, now I’ll be able to restore you to your former glory.”

“Thank you son, let me serve you something to eat before I go.”

Sarah POV

“Prince Khai is now Crown Prince Khai.”  

“Victory Ball at the palace tonight.” 

“All subjects must attend or face the wrath of the Fire King.”

“Father, did you hear that announcement?”

“Yes, we will work our regular hours then leave for the ball.”

Dad and I had no choice but to finish cutting and gathering our harvest since most of it belonged to the Fire King. When I was ten we were short by five pounds and the wicked king whipped father ten times. While his bastard son laughed. His son was a beautiful boy with the bluest eyes. At sixteen he was about six feet tall, well built and had defined features. He was confident and never wanted for anything. Unlike myself, my father and I were very poor and after paying our taxes we could barely eat. “Sarah, how are you?” Lance said, breaking my chain of thought. “Lance, I am fine. 

Lance was my childhood friend. He grew up at the nearby orphanage and would visit father and I daily after he finished his chores. “Sneaking out again, Lance,” father asked. Lance smiled widely “yes uncle.” 

“Let me help you two with some of this farm work.”

“This way we could go to the ball later”

“What will we wear,” Sarah sighed.

“It doesn’t matter what you wear, you always look beautiful,” father and Lance said almost in a chorus.

We all burst into a fit of laughter. “Lance, please help Sarah with the reaping and I’ll do the planting.” Whoever finishes first gets ready for the ball first.

Lance POV

Instead of leaving mom dressed my wounds from the tournament. And, readied a warm bath of herbs for me. “Son, I want to meet my grandchildren soon.” Before I could respond, she had already left the room.