Fan Fiction ❯ Eternally yours ❯ The almighty British Empire ( Chapter 1 )

Eternally Yours

Ok I normally do anime so this may be weird

Wait YAY! No disclaimer…… ok on with the story.

Chapter1: The Almighty British Empire

Pink blossom ran through the river and out to the lake. Slowly a small sparrow flew into small gathering of trees back to the nest from which it came. Abruptly a battalion of spear wielding dragoons, about nine-teen in number, followed by 5, shiny white armor wearing, paladins ran past the wooden bridge. The bridge, labeled "Bridge of Reminisce", looked as peaceful as possibly, the blossom filled water flowed past it as being gentle tapped constantly by a young boy.

The small nine-year-old prince slowly rubbed his hands down his purple mithril armor, he moved his hands up and down his short mithril blade before placing his hands on his crown to make sure it would not fall off, as leaning on the wooden hand rails of the bridge would place your standing at rather crooked angle. He could hear children, possibly of the age equal to him running around on the streets at the edge of the castle walls. Why father insisted that they construct parts of the city, some rich but mainly slums, right the way around the castle, he always had wondered.

Slowly walked past a large man, one of father's associates, wearing a long black cape and black rimmed hat over his black armor and helm, he grunted as he walked past the prince. He had always scared the prince, he was like some kind of dark entity, and father had often described Mr. Flagrants' work as "rubbing people out" he was sure that a seven foot man would be going about using magical powers to erase people, thus meaning that this man was an assassin.

He was much sure that the man was behind the death of Duke Drakon Moore of the Kingdom of Lucrenda, as well as many more. At this time the prince remembered of the play he had to go to later of that day in which would star then court jesters of the grand castle at Mucidi. Sure watching Rigeletto would be fun, but it would be ruined by the nobles from the ends and ends of the empire that would, of course, be their, the royal of Asgarnia would be there Queen Elizabeth d'lumby, King George l'avon and….. princess Holly til Asgarnia, ah "that would be ok I suppose" thought the prince to himself, he and the princess had known each other since birth, being born only hours apart, a fact of which his fathers would continually stress, he would always say that a girl the same age, only slightly (really slightly) younger, in a royal bloodline, with that kind of kingdom would not only unify the two great nations and be perfect for marriage.

He knew he liked the princess, but…….. Not necessarily for marriage or any kind relation ship of that kind to be honest. "Oh" he thought to himself "I'm too young for thinking of complicated matters such as this", though he was often being told that he was very bright for his age it would often be strange for a nine year old boy to thinking about marriage but never the less the prince enjoyed thinking ahead.

Just then in a rather speak-of-the-devil fashion princess Holly walked onto the bridge and greeted him, "Hello prince Frederick"

"Hello princess" answered Frederick

Just then at that precise moment around thirty-two palace guards ran past the bridge, wearing their blue coats and carrying muskets with bayonets attached.

"Rather tight on security hear aren't you" said the princess trying to make conversation.

"Well, we don't any criminals or enemy's getting in now do we? Father insists we have maximum security"

"Well I think you British and your empire are simple too…….. Tight, you mainly car about building a huge empire and then protecting it, where's your fun?"

"Your kingdom and mine have different ideas on how to thrive….. Ours involves expansion and yours involves being nice princess"

"Well now surely you people aren't still moaning about the time we gave the kingdom of Lastragna a large sum of money when you were trying to invade and conquer it?"

"Ah well that means you won't be moaning when you're nation is a tiny little province in the almighty British Empire and your families are either dead or working as skivvies for the cook at the castle?"

The princess's bottom lip quivers and her eyes begin to water,

"Surely you don't mean that?!" she said slightly raising her voice

"Of course not…. But then again"

"Shut up" she shouted as she punched him in the arm, she then realized she had punched some Mithril armor and began crying and screaming "owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!"

"Well you should know a country obsessed with money , war and slave trades would have a prince that enjoyed wearing armor" he joked

"Can we change the subject?" she asked

"Ok, umm what about the play?"

"Should be fun"

Sorry about the abrupt ending

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