He was a young prince, off to find his lovely princess, and his mother was still telling him how to dress and who to be seen with. It was irratating! That foolish princess had gotten herself lost and now he was sent to find her. He was supposed to travel the country with Kyle and she ruined the only freedom he would get to taste.
Insantly he felt bad. The poor girl hadn't asked to vanish. It was his job to find the lost princess. Part of being a good, noble and brave prince and all that crap.
"Malachi," his mother chided softly. "Don't slump in your seat like some sort of peasant. Back straight, chin up."
His only response to her was a glare and to slump farther down in his seat, crossing his arms.
"Honestly," she said, eyes flashing. "What did I do to deserve such a resistant son! Your sister listens eagerly in order to make herself a proper young lady. She's only thirteen. How old are you Malachi?"
Malachi inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. As he exhaled his mother got up and turned on her heel, out of the throne room, leaving him with the servants. Their bored eyes told everyone that fights like this were very common.
"Leave me," he sighed as the servants bowed and ducked out of the room gratefully.
Malachi got up and looked out the window, at the setting sun casting an orange and pink glow across the feilds and forests of his land. Tomorrow, at dawn, he would be leaving in search of the young princess. He knew in the moment the sun's brilliant colors died to a navy blue, that his life was going to change.
And Malachi was positive he didn't want the change that this journey was sure to bring.
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