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? 3 It??s a love affair. Children they were the simplest and purest beings among mankind. Their thoughts are composed of the basic structures, understanding only what we give them. Their cognitive learning abilities astound even the most complex minds of a grown adult. As it is always, the beginning predates the end. The end clashes in justifications of the journey. It is the simplest of things that ingrain themselves deep into a child??s psyche, forever carving a bible into them in stone, and building them into their adult years. A simple word, a simple brush, a simple gesture? a simple moment could upset the balance of the strongest ideology. ??When I grow up, there is nothing I wouldn??t do for you to be mine, Brother.?? And such a simple line, could forever change the course of a Kingdom, and spiral a child into a careless act of sin. Did the brother promise to wait for the child to grow up? Don??t worry, it has a happy ending 2 It??s a love affair. Soft petals dropped lifelessly into the fountain??s water, bleeding a vibrant red into the streaming water. Today, the entire Kingdom of Norgrad celebrates and mourns at the same time. The lost of a former King, the crowning of a new one, and the marriage of the new Queen??sequential, of course. The former king leaves the world peacefully, and all is well. The brother ascends to become the new King, and all is well. The new Queen, is not the child? still waiting to grow up. And all is not well. Don??t worry, it still has a happy ending 1 It??s a love affair. The child grows up, watching from afar, doing as told. War is raged, lives tumbled down like dandelions after the breeze has come and gone. The war has come and gone, and when the child comes back home, the brother??the King ??is there to greet the child??no, the teen. The Queen is there, too. No, this is not the happy ending ? It??s a love affair. One of innocent touches, discrete words, clandestine meetings, and forbidden glances. The King still doesn??t know. He doesn??t know that the child has grown up. He doesn??t know that the child. Does. Not. Share. It isn??t the happy ending. But it will be Present Day E ighteen months, three weeks, and two days. The troops of Norgrad had trudged through the murky grounds of the neighboring kingdom, hacking down lives as if they were nothing and everything at the same time. This war was fruitless, claiming land and power and women??none of which Norgrad required at the time. And yet, it was a show of strength that the kingdom had required of itself, to prove that the neo King was going to hold his own among all kingdoms of this world. Eighteen months, three weeks, two days? and when he comes home, the young prince of Norgrad, commanding knight of all troops under the King??s reign, is assigned to be a mere bodyguard. Rich and royal clothes are discarded with distain, dressing up only when need be, as in this position, he was no prince. Not in his mind. Prince Hayden was his title, but not the one he wanted. The blonde had short hair, whisking against the wind and along his face in the midsummer??s eve. The sun was just brushing against the horizon, tempting the stars to dance along with the moon and reveal itself like in a final act in a tragic play. The day was getting late, but they were still out, wandering the bazaars of the higher end streets, examining knickknacks that had no monetary value. ??Princess Milly,? because she was not the Queen in his eyes. ??It is getting late. Might I suggest we head back to the palace?? because if they didn??t, and they were attacked? he would not save her. Hayden was polite and refined, reserved and charming as he could. Only in his mind, did he hold the darkest of thoughts for the supple form of the healthy and young Queen. Her flirtatious ways charmed men like flies to shit, despite her having the King as a husband. She was undeserving of Cameron in every way, and yet, why had he chosen her ? Her doll-like features and her whore-like legs? he worried for Norgrad??s future, for those loins would no doubt spit out not only the King??s heir, but many other heirs of various professions as well. A young woman, younger than the Queen herself, perhaps even fairer in the fact that she had a simplistic beauty around her, stepped forward and offered to show the basket she was holding. ??Your Highness, Prince Hayden speaks the truth.? the blonde woman spoke, showing that the Queen should be happy with the items that had been placed in the basket??items that were filled with useless knickknacks that had been chosen by various vendors to gift to the Queen. Sophia, a mild mannered young woman, gifted with jewel-like eyes that were unique and just as beautiful as the Prince??s. Their blues were of different shades, but she liked to think that her own here of glacier, while his was of the sea. She had been brought back from the lengthy war, made to be a servant of the Prince. However, when the Prince became the personal body guard of the Queen, Sophia had shifted from being the Prince??s maid to the Queen??s. ??It is near supper time??His Majesty would be expecting us, would he not?? ?