by nomannic on Sun Jan 15, 2012 12:43 pm
Nathaniel pressed the last of his belongings - a few items of clothing, a photograph of his mother, and the travel foods the cook had sent up - into his bag. He set it by the door with a sigh. They were leaving in the morning, to the Kingdom of Peria where he would meet his wife-to-be and begin the process of preparing for the marriage. With a snort, he set his sword by the pile. His father had actually agreed to marrying him off, and now look what happens! Now he has to leave home, be the ambassador, do all these bureaucratic things. Nathan would rather be at war.
Just then, one of the servants came to his room, knocking on the door. "Enter," he ordered, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. This wasn't the servants fault.
"Your father requests your presence downstairs, your Highness."
"Thank you," Nathan mumbled, waving off the servant. Slipping his sword through his belt, Nathaniel went downstairs to the throne room, bare feet slapping the floor. Who cared about being elegant and regal. What's the point of being a prince if you can't walk barefoot in a castle?
When he arrived downstairs, much to his surprise, he found his father waiting with a woman. There was no bodyguard in sight, though the woman was oddly dressed and carried an unusual amount of weapons. She must be a Perian woman, he though. I heard they let their woman carry weapons. Then his father introduced the woman as his bodyguard, and Nathan stumbled, nearly faceplanting into the marble floor.
"I - I beg your pardon?!" Nathaniel snapped. "It's a girl! I'm not letting a girl guard my life! A jackrabbit would do a better job!!"
"You can beat me, you can kick me, you can spread my blood all over the pretty white floor. But you can never break what isn't yours. I belong to my Lord."