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Realistic or Modern silver and gold

holdenjc

short king

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the throne room
kyran edward astley.
The day hadn't exactly gotten off to the best start.

It began when Kyran was rudely awakened by one of the maids, hours before he was usually pulled out of his slumber. He chewed her out sufficiently before the woman managed to get a word in edgewise, telling Kyran that she had been sent by his parents. They requested an audience with him, she said.

An audience with his parents was never good.

Kyran begrudgingly got out of bed and headed to the throne room, still in his pajamas--if he was being forced to do this, he would be doing it in comfort. When he arrived his parents were standing at the ready, his father wearing his crown, frowning.

"Kyran," he said, "your mother and I are leaving for our trip today."

Right. The trip. Kyran's parents would be leaving on a diplomatic errand to the neighboring country, leaving Kyran unfortunately in charge.

Kyran held back his groan as his father continued. "I expect you to be on your best behavior," his father said, "see this as training for your future as king. You have a meeting with the royal advisor after breakfast. And for god's sake, get dressed--the attendants shouldn't have to see you like this.

Kyran rolled his eyes. "Yes father," he sighed, "is there anything else?"

"Yes," his father said, "bring him in."

A tall man entered the room then, dressed in the garb of the knights. "This is your new guard," his father said, "I expect you to treat him a bit more respectfully than his predecessors."

Kyran eyed the man carefully. "We'll see," he said, quirking a brow.

His father stayed stonefaced, his face not betraying his annoyance. "Well. Your mother and I will be off, then. Be good."

"Yes, father," he said, "have a safe trip." He watched with steady eyes as his parents marched out of the room, leaving him alone to watch the palace for the foreseeable future.

Now, alone with his new guard, Kyran eyed him up, already growing irritated with the height difference. "I suppose we should introduce ourselves," he sighed. "You may call me Kyran. No 'your highness' please, you can't imagine how exhausting it is to hear that wherever you go. And you are?"
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Rowan J. Ward

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They had assigned him the prince. As far as he knew, the prince was temperamental. A thorn in their backsides, so to speak. Though he had never met the prince himself so he couldn't say whether the gossip was true or not. Usually, they positioned him in the town square or at the gates. Recently, he was informed that he'd be trained for something more important. Didn't realize it'd be for the prince himself. The training consisted of the more dire situations that they may get in. In nearly all of them, the outcome was to defend until safe. Or worse, until dead.

Following the king and queen. He couldn't help but feel a rush. Rowan's chest puffed out, honored that they picked him. Though, could it also be considered an insult? Perhaps... but he didn't have time to ponder upon that. They stopped him just outside the door and went inside. Hands by his side, he listened to the chatter inside. It seemed strained, then died down. The large door opened and he was gestured inside.

Well there he was, his highness. The prince of this place. He was just barely dressed in pajamas, looking quite irritated. Quickly, the green-eyed man took his gaze from the prince. Quite rude to stare, it was! The guard bowed and stepped off to the side. Waiting for further orders. It was only manners. The king and queen exited the room. He was alone with the ginger-haired prince now.

It took him by surprise when he was addressed. Usually the royalty had no interest in names, after what he'd heard around the square. The man was not a friendly fellow in most situations. "My name is Sir Ward, your..." He corrected himself, "What is your name, sire?" It occurred that although he knew the family name. He had never known the prince's first name.




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