~ Thirty-Two - Season I ~

The birds sang as I stood before a mirror, studying my reflection.

The rays of the sun illuminated the crystals embedded on my white coat. I also combed my hair back, showing the full features of my face.

I never wanted this sort of outfit. But, Mother said I had to be at my very best. Being a king meant your comfort was out of the question. Instead, I was required to show my majestic flair. And it should be incorporated in my manner of dressing.

I let out a sigh, tugging on my coat before I headed for the door. I silently prayed, hoping that everything would turn out well today, as well as for the remainder of our stay here.

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Stepping out on the dock, everyone was busy. They all chatted with one another whilst carrying various items. Some brought down our belongings onto the dock. Some were occupied with the ship whilst the rest simply wandered around. Constant shouts were heard from above as the sailors tried to communicate with those below.

“Your Highness,” a man came u