Chapter 6 - The Crown Prince
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Chapter 6 - The Crown Prince
• arrogant prince - a prince who has everything in his hands that he no longer have to ask for anything.•
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Damon's P.O.V:
I cast a striking thunder to the tree as my father and other noblemen were hunting. My father looks at me, impressed. The beast who was hiding behind the tree I just casted ran faster. I looked from my right side, Dylan were also busy hunting. I watched him as he prey on the beast and cast an iron dagger against it. The iron dagger dipped on the rib of the beast and landed hard on the tree. It let out a soft whimper before it fell to its death.
"Well done, brother." I said, clapping his shoulder.
"Small things." He smirked.
The duke of clarets walked towards us, his balded head like my father's shine through the sun light. He huffs as he walked towards us, bumping fellow lords as he walk along the way.
"Your highnesses are the best companion when it comes to hunting." Duke said. He bow to us.
"Oh. It wouldn't be the best hunting if you weren't here, your grace." Dylan humbly said.
My father was talking to a group of nobles. There was an archer hanging on his left arm, while the others have one too.
After a few seconds, my father came to us together with the nobles he just talked with earlier. He stands in between me and my brother proudly. His head just beneath my shoulder.
"Two sons of Nister, unitedly brave, strong and ready to defeat the enemies who seek our destructions." My father proudly said, "But, not just the two sons of Nister. Elizabeth Prior, the duchess of Trentoi, the girl who were foretold by a legend and the savior of Nister will be marrying my son, my heir, Crowned Prince Damon."
The roar of the nobles were louder and prouder. You can see that every single one of them are sincerely happy. I suddenly feel the pressure of their expectations on me and the responsibility that I have as heir. It was a heavy weight that burns inside my chest. I love my people, even though no one will live to see me say that a loud. But, yes, I do. That's why I will protect them, even if it costs me anything. Ever since my father told me the story of the fallen kingdom, a kingdom that was destroyed by our common enemy. The Kingdom of Galapornia was a rich and powerful kingdom, the greatest kingdom among the six kingdoms. Its a kingdom where magic is everywhere, and everyone. That was why the Vendetta Kingdom gathered all its power to destroy the powerful kingdom, more powerful than them. Because for them, anything that is more powerful than them is a threat. They were pretending to be Galapornia's friend while plotting to destroy them. The Galaporneans nobles were automatically executed without trial, and the others were made to be slave and they put a territorial choker to every Galaporneans that bears a magic. It was totally heartbreaking that the royal family of Galapornia was slaughtered in their sleep, without being able to protect themselves from the back stabbing snakes that is the Kingdom of Vendetta. The Royal twins who were born to rule the Galapornia were slaughtered and all the persons who were listed in the line of succession of Galapornia's throne. And, If I can't defend my Kingdom against Vendetta, then, Nister will have the same future as the Galapornia.
" Are you ready for your trip to Trentoi with Elizabeth?" My Father asked.
"Yes, Of course, Father." I mumble. I wanted to roll my eyes to my father. Because of how he overestimate Elizabeth's power and how he cares for her as if she were the daughter that he never had.
"That's good. I know you think that I care too much for Elizabeth. You're right. I see something in her that I have seen in others before... Something I can't explain or remember. Just be nice to her, okay?"
"Something, you see to your past w****s?" I joke.
"Bloody, no." He cringe at the idea.
"Fine. I'll be...at least decent to her." I said. And, he raised a brow at me.
"I meant, I'll be nice to her."
I arrived at the castle to get ready for the trip to Trentoi. I was staring at my window while the servants are fixing my belongings. I heard one of them gossiping about nonsense until, I accidentally heard the last word that they uttered.
"The Royal Twins of Galapornia..." The red headed servant halted when she noticed I was listening to their gossips.
"What nonsense are you two talking about?" I asked.
"Your royal highness, we did not mean to talk about the fallen kingdom while in your presence. We beg your pardon." The two of them beg.
"What are you two talking about?" I demanded. The two of them were hesitant but they knew better than to defy me.
"It's about the Galaporneans Royal Twins. There were tales told by mages who can see the future and the past that one of them are still alive." They look at each other as if they were trying to figure if they have a punishment for gossiping.
I chuckle loudly and smirked at them.
"They are dead, for sure. Because, no powerful person in this earth could handle that kind of fire. The infant twins were trapped in fire." I was about to let out another laugh when my door burst open. My father entered with Dylan who was already perfectly attired for a Royal progress in Trentoi. The servants hushed and dipped into a low curtsey
"Father, have you heard about the new rumor that there are tales told by mages that one of the Galapornean twins is still alive?" I asked him, as the servant served me a wine.
My father looks at me intently and nervously. He motioned for the servants to get out. Once they were out, I rose one brow at him. Dylan was comfortably sitting at the edge of my bed.
"Yes, I have." He silently said.
"So, why do you look so afraid, father?" I asked. I could feel that there is something bothering him.
"20 years ago. After the Vendetta slaughtered Galapornia, I received a letter from unnamed sender. The letter said , ' if you have two unique precious jewels. And, you fear thieves. Will you put them in the same box?' "
"What does the letter means?" I asked.
"I don't know." He said, shaking his head.
"The sender might have been experiencing the negative side effect of medical m*******a, Father." Dylan joke. My father glared at him.
"Dylan, stop it."
Dylan raised his hand in surrender. Then, chuckles quietly. I stroke the back of my father, and his body reacts on my tender touch. I don't know why does he felt so responsible for the fall of Galapornia. All I know that the late King Robert of Galapornia was his best friend. But, it doesn't make sense of why he feels so upset every time he remembers Galapornia.
"Father, you must not mind a fool's gossips. I don't know why these peasants likes to gossip on nonsense things." I said.
But, he turns to me as if there is more to it than he letting on. His eyes looks so afraid. I've never seen those eyes afraid until now. His eyes settled above then back at me.
"You're right. It's a fool's gossip." He said. But, I can still smell the uneasiness in his voice no matter how much he wants to conceal it. I gave him a satisfying nod. Then, he went back to being the strict King that he is.
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