Fredrick got a jest of how much the king loved his daughter. While his face felt heavy and burdened enough that dark circles began to form under his eyes out of exhaustion.
What he gathered so far was that he was Princess Aveline Sevar from the neighboring Sevar empire nearby Braxton.
An empire that was known for their godly army, and Imperial Knights that served the royal family. The princess was known as the holy light of this empire and was pampered as the only daughter to the king.
A saintess. Adored by all, with no particular ability to show for it. A true money-sink. Why she had been spoiled to the core. Meanwhile, her brother was called the Holy Knight.
There were a few things Fredrick could recall at the back of his mind, that he did have a conversation with Richard a few years ago when Braxton was slowly rotting away due to the now dead Queen Beatrice.
The princess of Sevar was said to have been sickly when she was younger, and she had an older brother who was three years older than her named, Lucas Sevar. He was later given the title crown prince and would be crowned king, once the current king of Sevar retired. Little is known about the crown prince, but their relationship might have been strained.
It was a year or two after that the princess’s mother passed on. The princess condition also deteriorated to a point that she would die any day now, that a mystery individual had made an entrance through the palace gates on what looked to be a demon like beast similar to a horse with a long horn and leathery body of a dragon. He held a staff in the air, and claimed he had the ability to save the princess. The king who was still reeling over the death of his wife, wanted to save his dying daughter at any cost. Then there was not much news afterwards than her recovery, and her coming of age ceremony to her engagement that broke up not too long after. She went around mercilessly dating men, and then having them executed for rejecting her advances.
He was this infamous princess, as he watched the maids scurrying around.
"Your highness, please get ready. The king is awaiting you at the banquet hall.”
The maids whined, before Fredrick reluctantly put up with the outfit arrangements that had been made. They hovered over him relentlessly, as they began to tighten the straps on the back of his dress. “Your highness just a bit more.” the maids begged and the last of the zipper was zipped up. His dress of red and blue glistening under his waistline. Then they layered his hair in a braid with a flower pin to the left.
“You look stunning your highness.” the maids all nodded in unison.
He at least hoped he could pass for a decent lady, for all the suffering he had to endure.
“You can’t forget the shoes!” the maids clamored before he could make out the two-inch heeled shoes.
Nope. Nope. He internally thought, while he was forced to put them on. They hurt! He complained, while he continued to make a fuss.
“Hold it in your highness, you are a lady.” The maids would holler till he managed to slip them on. One step at a time, Fredrick had managed to balance himself. The ends of the shoe kept rubbing against his soles and skin. He knew if that continued, the skin would tear open.
“Could I wear something a bit more comfortable?” He had asked hoping, but the maids looked at him and said a blatant “No.”
Fredrick, taking this as defeat, dragged his foot on the ground till he felt his hands reach for the door to leave the room. He pushed them open to be greeted by two men in armor that were probably his personal guards.
“Your highness.” they both said in unison.
Fredrick gave a small wave, trying to put on an act.
“Your highness.” a hand was held out by a young man perhaps a noble in his intricate suit of burgundy and gold tassel on his waistline. He had a thin round face with a sharp chin that was finely chiseled. He had reddish brown hair and light green calm eyes that brightened with the reflection of the light.
Fredrick scanned the area with his eyes and then cleared his throat. After-all, he didn’t know his name.
“Thank you.” He managed to murmur out, before taking up the offer.
Fredrick placed his hand upon his, and the youth pulled him a tad bit closer so that he could lean in to whisper into his ears. “We will be meeting his majesty and you had asked me to escort you a few days prior. I had heard about the unfortunate events that had surrounded your highness. I could not believe that Duke Williams would reject your highnesses hand.”
Fredrick tightened his grip to display a bit of anger, with the death of the princess.
Why did she choose to die?
“I see. I am thankful for your concern.” Fredrick tilted his head, and the man seemed exuberant to this gesture. He had only led Fredrick a few steps before he stopped abruptly to someone that was leaning against the tapestry of the hallway. An unfamiliar face but the appearance was too similar to the princess to be a coincidence. He made an educated guess, that it was the crown prince.
“You should watch that tongue of yours Count Jules. I don’t recall anyone allowing you to have the same tone as us royals.”
“Crown Prince, Lucas.” Sir Jules bowed anxiously.
“I see my sister is faring well.” Lucas placed his hands between Sir Fredricks and Count Jules and pushed them both away from one another.
“Brother.” Sir Fredrick murmured and the crown prince only smiled though it seemed to be forced.
Sir Jules had lowered himself to the ground and asked to be punished. To anger the crown prince was to anger the laws of this country.
“I ask of you to punish me your highness.” Sir Jules demanded, and Lucas scoffed at this reaction.
“I need some time with my precious sister, so give us some room.” He ordered, and Sir Jules followed these orders and left in a hurry.
“It seems my sister looks a bit pale.” Lucas had placed a hand-out for Fredrick to take.
“Brother.” Fredrick managed ot mutter out, as he lifted his hands up towards Lucas. Yet, for some reason, he felt this damn body of his would not concede with what he wanted on taking up that offer.
Did the princess not get along with her brother?
Why was he rejecting the hand?
Fredrick couldn’t understand why, but perhaps they hated one another. After-all in most cases, most royal children would kill one another off to ensure that there would be no future conflicts.
“Sister, I am glad that you are better, so, shall we? Why do you keep refusing my kind gesture?” he held out his hands again for Fredrick to take.
Can he refuse it?
“Why the hesitation?” Lucas continued to mock Fredrick, till he had no choice but to accept the offer as they both walked side by side towards the throne room.
“I am thankful for your worry brother.” Fredrick tried to stammer out.
“How could I not be worried when my dear little sister had been bed ridden for the last few days.” He stated with a lack of sincerity. “You know sister...” Fredrick felt his hands being tugged and felt himself being pushed onto the nearby wall with his shoulders now pinned against the wall.
Ouch.
“Brother, that hurt.” Fredrick chimed, but the grip only tightened, and those eyes that peered at him carried nothing but rage.
“I hope it hurts.” he leaned in.
A chill on the back of his head and he struggled for a short while.
This body was too weak to push Lucas away, and even with all the knowledge he had as a knight if he didn’t have the body for it, then it would make no difference.
“Why are you...?” Fredrick cautioned and finally the crown prince released his grip.
“I wish you to be more wary sister. I cannot stand your actions any longer. When will you be more dignified? Will you have Duke Williams beheaded like the last man that rejected your love? I will not forgive you sister if that happens.” He hammered back in disgust, while Fredrick rubbed his red swollen wrists.
Lucas had already left Fredrick behind, after he had issued the warning. Which confirmed Fredrick’s suspicions that perhaps, her death wasn’t a coincidence but something her own brother had planned from the start.
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