LeniousStorm
Skater Boi
(I've got no idea if this is posted in the right place. I ask in numerous places and I never got an answer lol. Try not to leave anyone out guys! I can’t wait to see how far this role-play gets Remember, the queen has recently attacked and the princess is on the run toward Naurus)
Casimir sat tall and proud beside his father’s chair, his fork picking at the perfectly seared ribeye on his plate. He wasn’t upset, mad, or even annoyed. He was simply tired. It had been a long day of observing the farmhands, making sure they were doing their jobs correctly. They had just gotten a new group of servants, each one that needed different training. Being next in line for the throne, the boy had to prove himself, prove that he could take on any responsibilities, no matter what the task. So, his father took this chance and sent the young prince out to train and watch the new servants. Being outside all day, practically doing the jobs for them, caused Casimir’s body to ache and he just wanted to head to bed for the night.
Casimir's father, Caspian, clearly noticed how weak the boy seemed. Just hearing the idea of Casimir doing the work rather than teaching angered the wise king, but he knew his son had his ways of teaching. The king had to stay quiet, this was the person who was going to take over as king when he passes. The older man knew he had to let his son do things his own way, despite them being wrong. He sat quietly, enjoying his own meal as he kept his gaze on the plate. “You need to eat, son. You need your strength for tomorrow. I want you and a couple of guards to survey the land, make sure everything is going smoothly like it should. Help people if they need it. That's what we are here for. To make sure the vill-”
“The villagers are happy and healthy. I know, Father. You don’t have to give me the same lecture everyday. Make sure everyone is living under well conditions,” Casimir interrupted with a wave of his hand, stabbing the prongs of the fork into the meat and taking the bite. Much to Caspian’s displeasure toward the young man, he kept his thoughts to himself and focused on his own meal. “I just want you to learn what it means to be a true king, son. If that means reminding you every day, then so be it,” the king said with a shrug, spooning some mashed potatoes into his mouth and sitting back.
Casimir sat tall and proud beside his father’s chair, his fork picking at the perfectly seared ribeye on his plate. He wasn’t upset, mad, or even annoyed. He was simply tired. It had been a long day of observing the farmhands, making sure they were doing their jobs correctly. They had just gotten a new group of servants, each one that needed different training. Being next in line for the throne, the boy had to prove himself, prove that he could take on any responsibilities, no matter what the task. So, his father took this chance and sent the young prince out to train and watch the new servants. Being outside all day, practically doing the jobs for them, caused Casimir’s body to ache and he just wanted to head to bed for the night.
Casimir's father, Caspian, clearly noticed how weak the boy seemed. Just hearing the idea of Casimir doing the work rather than teaching angered the wise king, but he knew his son had his ways of teaching. The king had to stay quiet, this was the person who was going to take over as king when he passes. The older man knew he had to let his son do things his own way, despite them being wrong. He sat quietly, enjoying his own meal as he kept his gaze on the plate. “You need to eat, son. You need your strength for tomorrow. I want you and a couple of guards to survey the land, make sure everything is going smoothly like it should. Help people if they need it. That's what we are here for. To make sure the vill-”
“The villagers are happy and healthy. I know, Father. You don’t have to give me the same lecture everyday. Make sure everyone is living under well conditions,” Casimir interrupted with a wave of his hand, stabbing the prongs of the fork into the meat and taking the bite. Much to Caspian’s displeasure toward the young man, he kept his thoughts to himself and focused on his own meal. “I just want you to learn what it means to be a true king, son. If that means reminding you every day, then so be it,” the king said with a shrug, spooning some mashed potatoes into his mouth and sitting back.