Fated love of Prince Enrique

Birthday

Prince Enrique 

The day had arrived. All might be very happy in the palace with the arrival of my 20th birthday but even on this special day, I was bound to be unhappy. I had no idea whether to rejoice or cry. I looked at my room, it was filled with the things I never liked. Life of royals as people think would be charming and glorious but it was not as it really looked. All these lights, embellishments and celebrations were looked impressive from outside but inside, it burned me down. As I grew up more, I knew I was getting close to that peacock silver throne.

My ancestors had died on the battle ground to claim the position, to win for this throne but I was being forced to get this.

‘I am Prince Enrique, descendant of King Alfred and born to Crown Queen Julian. The First ten years of my childhood was surrounded by enormous love, I had all my cousins beside me, we played together, I thought what a glorious day I am having but our joy did ‘not last long. The happiness carved about Prince and Princess in fairy tales is a big lie. We have to either ascend the throne or are slain. Our brotherly love was partially destroyed by the enmity between our mothers. Johan hated me for I was born elder but we still loved each other despite all the hatred people tried to create between us. We had no choice to choose our own bride so did my elder sister was. Sarah was married to the king of Erox, Felix who had beheaded his own wife because she eloped with someone. Though my grandmother had rejected this marriage proposal but still before our Great king no one could say any word. His words were final and last. I was caged like a bird inside the palace.

 I did not want to celebrate this birthday too but I had too. I looked at the things scattered on my bed and then Johan came in.      

“So! Our dear Prince woke up from his gold bed.” Johan said wishing him.

“Do not exaggerate, I am in no mood.” He sadly replied.

“You are not aware of the gift King gave you.” He pulled a royal tuxedo and eyed on it.

“This Tuxedo?” Enrique yawned.

“No, a holiday in the entire Kingdom, no work no people in road.” Johan told him giving a curt nod.

“How does it benefit us?” Enrique came out of his bed and walked towards the window. He gazed the decorations outside happening in the garden. All were running here and there with the things in their hand. Johan came from behind and patted his brother’s back.

"Today is the correct day to tour to the silent city at night. No one would find you and most probably everybody would be busy in greetings and meetings.”

Enrique gleamed his eyes. He was happy, finally he would tour to the city at night. Although earlier he had made several attempts but did not fulfil his desire to be in between the people, enjoy the hustle-bustle of the market, delight and delicious foods. Most of the time he was caught by the third eye of his mother and several spies scattered inside the city of Jermain. However today midnight he got the golden opportunity to succeed.  

“So, are you sure you are going to help me out?”

“I can only if you give me this royal suit to wear." he smiled haughtily.

“Johan you don’t have to ask me, if you like you can take.”

I knew the enmity between brothers was ancestral and inherited, it still existed but somehow, I lured him because of the essential things I had been given in which I had no interest. I gave him the suit because I knew many would be desperate to see me today and who knew that our king might have arranged a surprise wedding too. So, I dressed according to a wealthy, rich Prince looked alike. I was wearing my shoe and our crown queen entered with a look of fury. I knew it already and I acted normally. I bent down a little and greeted her.

“Why did you give that royal suit to him?” She angrily asked.

“Because I disliked it.” I replied casually.

“But it was for you, you had to wear it for today’s grand evening.” She narrowed her eyes.

“It’s my day today, I think I have the full right to choose what to wear or what not. Right mom?” I asked her fixing my hairs.

“The right goes in terms when you become a king and as long as you are Prince, you have to abide by my rules. It should be clear from next onwards.” She slammed the door.

As mentioned earlier life of Prince and Princess were not good as written in love tales. We had many restrictions but I was born not to follow them but to break them and for sure I knew I would do it in near future.

I wore a heavy, pearl-stitched, white-fabricated royal suit and stepped down from the stairs. Everyone looked at me as if I was a rare piece of diamond. This was the first time I was facing such a huge gatherings. Johan told me at least  five hundreds were invited. Every eldest royal member could show their public appearances when they turned twenty. Since I was the eldest as a brother, this highly sophisticated royal appearance was assigned to me and not to me other cousins. Secondly I were going to be the future king of Jermain. If for once someone would ask me what I would do if I become a king, I would simply reply, " Let Johan become the only king from now onwards. I am stepping down." 

But unfortunately this option was not listed. I heard the crowds who were watching me suddenly started talking, I felt a sudden shy but as a royal, you just could not bring the shyness in your face. The King and queen watched me as I reached in the middle of the ball-room. My Grand mother was smiling looking at me. A lone tear came in her face. 

"That's Enrique." King Alfred addressed to the guest who were present in that large hall. Crown queen approached towards me, I kissed her hand and greeted. everybody applauded, greeted and wished and I was just waiting for that perfect moment to run. Johan was looking at me, he had a plan to make me run from the palace and thus I was eagerly waiting for that time. I met great kings and queens, of other countries. Everyone whoever came in the Palace brought me specific gifts and diamonds and many more. 

Rylee Grace

I was smiling, dancing, jumping on my bed when a letter arrived at our house. The letter came from the palace, the palace of royalties, the greatest palace of Jermain. The powerful King of Jermain lived there. Every common desired to have a visit to the inside of the palace but fewer had chances. I was one of the fewer. From now onwards I would be staying in the palace and on every Sunday, I would get to visit my family. I had a large family of one person. Yes! You would laugh.

My aunt was my family. She was my mom, my dad, my sister, my cousin and everything. She took carer of me from the time I took birth as she had told me my mom died during delivery and my father in a war. I did  not remember much about my childhood. All blurred vision.  I just recalled a time when I had worn a very beautiful shining white dress and I met someone. He smiled looking at me. That’s the only clearest memory I had till now. Twenty years had passed, I had grown up and my aunt grew older. Seeing her working everyday made me sad and therefore one day I decided would be offered go for a food-making contest set up by some royal’s officials. Those who made, best delicious foods would be offered job in the Palace. And hence I put my name and participated and guessed what I won. 

Once I had a dream to go to Palace. People say, it was not only splendid from outside but also magnificent from inside. There were huge number of soldiers who protected the palace day and night. I heard two weeks back the eldest son of King Alfred, Prince Enrique birthday was coming. No one had ever seen the Princes and princesses of the royal family, it was forbidden for them to make a public visit. We have only heard about them through some unwritten tales, either by gossips or through some guards.