Don't get me wrong, I did not have a sudden change of heart.I was just playing a bit like any child my age.Think about it. My life is not in danger anymore, I have a splendid new plan and an even more wonderful back up here in Castela as a knight if something gets wrong.I was just appreciating a good ride through the capital at almost 11 am! When was the last time I got a chance like this? With my build and sun allergy, never!The wind was good. . . His shoulders were very comfortable too…Yes, I am talking about the past, or do you think you had gotten the chance to see my soft side for more time?I would never allow such humiliation!So, let's forget that ever happened and get to the present at once.What can I say about my actual instance?The muddy ground is dirtying my bots. I am still half away from the Forrest, and I'm already out of breath.Should I consider getting some training? ... Forget it, I will never waste one entire hour of my life on getting tired.Anyway, the rea
Those days had been very busy, but also very nice days.Busy means less study and more time out.I was helping the merchants move their heavy loads in the central plaza when father came out of the nothing.Everyone was startled, giving awkward greetings and clearing the way.Father does not usually leave the palace.The merchants released me from the ropes and said I could go meet him.I thanked them and ran to my father.He picks me up and lifted me in his arms.He talked about how I was already a big boy and those things.Then suddenly, he spoke about us having a last festival together.Those days, he has been somewhat strange.Always tired, and with that strange look in his eyes, as if he was seeing everything for the last time.I asked what of a festival it would be.He said, wait, he said…My first coming to age festival?!I jumped out of h
That nice Soldier let me off his shoulders once we approached the plaza and I pridefully started to pull my card with that gigantic board on top.As expected, I was welcome with people applauding and calling my name.I'm starting to think this was worth it.Game and food stalls had sprung up in every corner of the plaza, and Castella flags hung all over the walls of the houses.The king himself was amid the public.With a crying prince in his Majesty's arms?Don't tell me he didn't manage it?It was so easy! For a beast, like himself, that should have been a piece of cake.More glory for me, I guess.His Majesty lets the crybaby in ah maid's arm and comes in my direction.He looks at my boar, who still has the big nail on his neck.-Well done boy, you completed the first step on the path to becoming a man.- He says patting my back. This man is much bigger from close…Wait.-First step?-
To your dearest Majesty,As your majesty favoured my last report I choose to start to report regularly in diary form.I apologize for missing the little prince hunt ceremony, I know how important of an event it was for your majesty.But the crowds would not do Harika any good in her actual state of health.I wish you majesty good luck with the international affairs.I assure your majesty that the princess will be in a safe place when the day comes.Castela is a country of warriors that will always resurge if one of them is left standing.My sincere regards,Ronald,Son of the first general of Castella,13° knight of the royal guard.27th MarchFrom now on, my training is over, and I shall be with the princess in integral time.I don't judge 4 days of training as enough, but I trust Melinda's judgment.If she thinks I am ready, then I will do my best from now on.It isn't as if I were completely alone, but please understand that the pressure is much bigger.Even though the responsibili
This book is a draft. To be finished it is very important that you tell me what do you think about the story. Even if you can't get through the first chapter, say it in the comments, that helps a lot. The first part of the story takes place on a fictitious island besides Ireland called Kreg, shortly before the Victorian era in the 1700s. It tells about a genius prince, and a prince with a big heart, and the mystery behind it. Their destinies, for some reason, always give a way to tie them together even though they came in opposite directions. There is not always a guarantee of a happy ending, but stories always find a way to continue. I talk too much, I know, but that's why this book was written!
Long ago, on an island called Kreg in Northern Europe, the new year was not celebrated. This was only an issue because the Pope had just declared it a sacred holiday. In Kreg Island, the King hated to celebrate parties that were not part of his culture. But it was not the same for citizens, the church was very popular for those who search for the hope of a better life. Most importantly, there was a Count who always defied royal authority, since every new year he insisted on having a big party and inviting all his servants for the countdown. It may seem silly to challenge the King for a simple party. But for the count, this was a way of showing the Old Fashioned King that modern practices had their advantages. No, the count could not be described as benevolent or a good person who loves to give banquets to his hungry people. But he was smart, with the end of the year party, the count gained popularity among the folk and the liking of the church, the secret ruler of Europe at that ti
A long time ago, if you had strength, social standing, and achievements, people would call you a hero. Tales and poems would dramatize your deeds. In the midst of this culture where the brave were idolized. In a castle that will inherit many of these stories, lived Prince. A little boy who just woke up. He woke up as soon as the sun rose at his window. That morning, he gazed upset at the sky. His eyes narrowed, frowning with an open mouth. As if the sun had lied to him. But his baby fat made him look like the most armless being in the world. Well, nobody likes to wake up and find themselves on a Monday morning. "Chores and duties! I just learned how to run and talk!" Were the boy's thoughts at that moment. Still sulking, he gets up from the bed. The room was modest and comfortable. The only simple, non-intimidating place he knew was within the castle's gigantic, suffocating walls. The first thing he did in the morning was to wipe his face in a bowl of water next to his bed.
Meanwhile, in a small town, lived an 11-year-old boy. With short brown hair and honey-colored eyes. His name was Lion. Yes, he is also not the protagonist, but surely, he is the one who even unwittingly unleashed an unimaginable sequence of disasters that will spice up our history. We will find him in a landscape quite different from that of the last chapters. This place has dry and infertile land. There is no castle here or even a large building. I am talking about the border between the kingdoms of Castella and Kreg, the neutral zone. Calm down, he doesn’t go hungry and has a comfortable home, but he’s one of the few to savor this privilege in this place. Inside this thin-walled wooden hut, we will find only two people sitting around the fire enjoying the evening, Lion and his old father. The horses outside show us that his father is a trader. Usually, in these lands, merchants are called vultures, but not this merchant. He was known as a fair and honest salesman, but that was