AS the birds chirped in the mystical and mysterious land of Hypertheria, Prince Alexander Wilson sleeps peacefully. That is until his mother Queen Acantha Wilson and her servant come barging into his room.
“Up! Up! You lazy wyvern! Your father is looking for you!”
Alexander groans in annoyance. He had not forgotten that his training to become King was today, he just didn’t want to go. Who would when your father is an asshat? His father was a cheating, lying bastard, he acted civil with the man even though all he wanted to do was scratch his eyes out with his talons.
“Alexander, get up now!”
Alexander groans, “Fine, Mija.”
“Sylvia is here to get you ready my Sija.”
Alexander’s hand popped out of the sheets to give a short wave to the human servant before sinking back into the warm white abyss. That is until his mother ripped the blankets off the large man.
Whining, he says, “Mija!”
“I don’t care chisa, you will get up this instant. You will not lay a moment more.”
Wiggling out of bed, the soon to be king stands and glares at his mother. He was naked, but among his kind, it did not matter, but the little human servant Sylvia was blushing head to toe. Alexander would never understand why humans valued this thing called ‘modesty’, he was curious, yes, but his father would have him beaten if he ever had questions regarding humans.
Looking down at the timid human in front of him, he says, “Well Sylvia, dress me.”
The small girl nods furiously and rushes around like a whirlwind gathering the prince’s clothes. As Sylvia slides the soft silk shirt over his shoulders, he shivers from the cold in the room. Sitting down he helps the young girl slide the pants on, the rough fabric of his pants rubbing against his hairless legs he finally feels warmth coming back to his limbs. Putting the belt on himself, while Sylvia attaches his sword and knife to it. Although he most definitely does not need it. He sits, raising each foot for the human as she slips on white cotton socks and leather shoes the click as he walks.
“Thank you, Sylvia. You may leave.” He says, his voice booming out into the silence of the room. Sylvia nods and bows to the young prince and rushes out of the room.
Walking down the hallways was always an awful experience. The human servants are always bustling by him doing their work, and as to not knock into him, they press their small bodies hard against the wall. Bumping into a prince, or any one part of the royal family, would be an automatic sentence to death. The intriguing swirls of intricate metal of the hallways caused him to turn his head and study the walls in awe. He would never get used to the beautiful artwork of his home. The castle.
Pulling aside a servant, he asked, “Do you perhaps know where the King is?”
The small male servant bows and nods, “His Majesty is in the throne room, Prince.”
Alexander nods in approval, “Thank you, back to work.” The servant nods and rushes off to do his work. Alexander starts his trip to the throne room. He had already had a feeling his father was there. The man’s life revolved around that damn throne. He sat there all day doing paperwork. Eating. Sleeping. Just about anything you could do at the throne he did.
Arriving at the door of the throne room, a wave of nervousness splashed into his stomach. He was late. God knows what his father will do to him. He snaps his fingers, to the guards who push open the door for him. They bow as he walks in.
A booming voice shattered his thoughts, “About time sija.”
Kneeling to the ground, head touching the floor, Alexander mutters, “Fajah.”
The Language:
Mija - mother - pronounced - (ME-jah)
Sija - son - pronounced - (SEE-jah)
Chisa - child - pronounced - (CHI-saw)
Trefoil metal - strongest metal in the kingdom, only royalty uses it - pronounced (TREE-foil)
Fajah - father - pronounced - (FA-jah)
I hope everyone enjoyed <3 I am planning to edit this chapter before posting chapter two.
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