Kingdom of Kardias

In a vast land called Sohalia, people of every color and supernatural power lived together; but not in peace. Many different kingdoms were always at war with each other, trying to prove their power and wealth. The most powerful of the supernatural humans were the Lycans, the Werewolves, the Witches, and the Vampires. And the most powerful kingdom of all was the Kingdom of Kardias, ruled by the greatest family of Lycans. The more they stayed powerful and undefeated, the more danger they attracted. Prince Adonis It was the day of celebration. Kingdom Kardias had won yet another battle led by none other than general Prince Adonis. There was a huge feast in the palace, their city filled with lights and decorations to welcome the brave soldiers. The King, Lord Alexander was the happiest of them all, standing by the dinner table surrounded by all his ministers and family and friends, he wanted to make a toast for their victory. But the only thing stopping him was the missing presence of his oldest son, the cause behind their victory, the legend himself; where was Prince Adonis? "I could stay here all day just looking at you," Adonis whispered as his fingers traced the arch of her back, his touch so faint like a feather, could be easily mistaken as a figment of imagination, and her beautiful dark skin that glowed under the dim candlelight could easily be mistaken for a goddess. "I know you could." She turned her head to face him, her silky dark hair following her beat. Their eyes, his blue and her's brown, said so much to each other without saying anything at all. "I-" She began, her eyes searching his for words she couldn't find in herself, she gave up and looked away, "I- need to go, Sire." She began to get up from their embrace. The prince let her go reluctantly and watched her dress herself up. "Did I say something wrong?" He asked as he continued to stare at every move of hers. "No, lord." "Then what is it?" "What is this?" She was now looking at him straight in the eye. "Am I just your mistress?" She questioned him. Unable to find an answer, the prince looked away. "Adonis, please." Her voice was soft, like a whisper. The prince stood up quickly with sudden anger. "It's 'Lord Adonis' for you." He whispered coldly and walked away with his clothes leaving his lady all alone. Tears immediately sprung to her eyes but she quickly closed them shut. She promised to herself that she would never cry, especially over a man. She was a soldier, the daughter of a warrior, she was Diana Heart, and she was not going to let a man ruin her night. Prince Adonis made his way to the feast just in time for the toast. Despite his sour mood earlier, he had managed to regain his composure and smile brighter than everyone else in the room. After all, it was his victory. "Young lord, I heard the princess of Gara is one of the most beautiful princesses out there. Is that true, my lord?" "Say, Sire, would you be interested in her, my Lord?" "Indeed, it's about time you found a mate, my lord." "You could have any princess you want in this world, my lord." Prince Adonis stood there with a blank face having millions of thoughts and emotions race his mind in a mere second at all the questions being blasted to him by the crowd. Anger, frustration, humor, pity. But then he looked up as the silence grew longer and as everyone waited timidly for his reaction. And then he laughed. "Yes, Isaiah, Princess Jala is even more beautiful than they say. And about my time and finding my mate, only I can decide. I have younger brothers and sisters to think about first. So if I were you all, this would be the last time I have this discussion with anyone. Simply because it is none of your business." The King erupted in laughter as the rest of the room broke into quiet awkward nervous laughter. The King proudly patted his son's back and ruffled his hair with affection, "And that's how you know he's my son. And your future King. To Adonis!" And the whole room choruses to the toast.