Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ An Alternate Story ❯ Chapter Three; The Halfling Prince ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter Three: The Halfling Prince

 

Servants rushed around the Louinia manor, frantically preparing for the royal visitors that they would soon be receiving. Ronin stood amongst the chaos, shouting out orders and duties and doing his best to keep things in control. Straightening his jacket once the servants had finished the preparations and hurried from the room, he strode over to the long spiral staircase.

 

“Jamina! Is Lillian ready yet?” he shouted, wringing his hands anxiously, something the normally calm Lord did not often to.

 

“We're ready,” his wife purred, coming down in her finest gown and jewels, pressing a kiss to her husbands cheek before turning back to the stairs, “Lillian, come down now!”

 

Lillian stepped into view, smiling brightly. She was gowned in a lavish green gown that accented her hair and eyes, the bodice hugging her curves. Her hair had been curled and fluffed, and the light stone rested between the twenty year olds breasts.

 

“Lillian, my darling daughter, you look beautiful,” Ronin stepped forward, kissing his eldest child on the forehead, “Prince Rye will not be able to resist your beauty.”

 

Lillian flushed, smiling still, “Thank you, Father,” she paused, glancing around, a small frown resting on her lips, “where is Preia?”

 

Ronin frowned as well. “I'm not sure, but we haven't time to look for her right now. I'm sure she's off somewhere with Sibel.”

 

The three elves looked to the doors when they burst open, a messenger dressed in red and black entering and bowing to them quickly.

 

“May I present the ruler of Malo, King Andreas,” he stepped aside, revealing the king. Andreas stepped forward, smirking slightly when the three elven nobles bowed. His hair was grey and his eyes were red, and he stood at least two feet taller then Ronin.

 

“Lord Ronin, it is a pleasure to finally meet you in person,” Ronin stood and stepped forwards, shaking hands with the king.

 

“It is an honor to meet you, majesty. May I present my wife, Jamina,” the lady stepped forward, curtsying to the king.

 

Andreas nodded to her, gaze focusing on Lillian when Ronin moved to place a hand on the girls shoulder, “And this, is my daughter Lillian.”

 

Andreas stepped forward, taking the girls hand and bringing it to his lips as was customary.

 

“You are every bit as beautiful as I had been told, Lady Lillian; I can see that you and my son, Rye, will make a wonderful match,” Lillian flushed under the kings complements, curtsying once he released her hand.

 

“I thank you, King Andreas,” she replied quietly. Ronin stepped up beside his daughter, looking around in confusion before looking back to the king.

 

“And where, may I ask, is Prince Rye?” Andreas sighed, then laughed, smirking slightly.

 

“I'm afraid that, as my son is very independent and head strong, sometime in the last ten minutes, he slipped away from our royal company.”

 

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“Whoa, Midknight, I hear something,” the black panther paused, ears perked to try and catch whatever it was his master had heard.

 

Sounds like someone's fighting, the panther sent to his master telepathically, Rye nodding, blood red eyes scanning his surroundings from beneath messy ebony bangs, smirking at the thought that he'd found someone in the midst of a training session.

 

“Let's check it out,” he commanded quietly, the panther stocking forwards obediently. Pausing just behind the corner of the manor, Rye dismounted the panther and snuck a look around the side, surprised at what he saw. He'd been right when he'd guessed that they had wound up intruding on a training session, though he'd been wrong on his thoughts of it being two soldiers.

 

Sibel stumbled back from his cousin's attack, barely managing to block Preia's next blow but being pushed back even more. He panted, attempting to dodge the girl's sword but failing, cursing when he was sent sprawling onto the ground.

 

“Sibel, you're horrible at sword battle,” Preia laughed, prodding her cousin in the leg with her foot. The male simply ignored the seventeen year olds prodding and pulled himself into a sitting position, glaring up at her.

 

“Preia, shouldn't you be inside with your parents and Lillian waiting for the prince to arrive?” he questioned, Rye's eyebrow rising when he saw the way that the girls shoulders stiffened when the male mentioned him.

 

“He's my sisters betrothed, why the hell should I care?” she snorted, spinning her sword around a bit in her hand before again pointing it at her cousin, “Come on Sibel, I need someone to spar with,” Sibel groaned, flopping back onto the ground.

 

“Find someone else to spar with, Preia…”

 

“I'll spar with you,” both elves looked in surprise to where Rye now stood, not having known he was there. Sibel immediately recognized who he was, but Preia simply smirked, glad to have a new sparring partner.

 

“Alright, I'll take you on,” smirking, Rye pulled his sword from its sheath, holding it in front of him defensively. Preia grinned and charged, taking the prince by surprise at her speed. Sibel scurried from the ground and hurried around the manor to inform the others that the prince was currently in the backyard.

 

The two continuously danced around each other, blocking and attacking just to repeat the process all over again. Preia was smiling the entire time; she'd only ever had Sibel for a sparring partner, so getting to face someone who used different patterns and a different sword then her cousin thrilled her to no end. Rye was also glad to have a chance to practice with someone so talented with a sword, though his eyes often drifted to the sheath hanging at her waist, another sword hidden within it. He was curious why she would carry one sword with her and yet fight with another.

 

“Preia Louinia!” Preia dropped her sword and spun at her fathers voice, paling when she saw her entire family rushing towards her along with the royal entourage of, she could only guess, Prince Rye.

 

“Father, I…” she started, but Ronin stopped her with a look, standing directly in front of her now.

 

“How could you spar with your sisters betrothed when you knew we were waiting inside?!” Ronin exploded, missing the confused look that flitted across his daughters face.

 

“Her betrothed…” Preia's eyes widened, flicking to Rye, for the first time noticing the pale yellow gem that hung from his swords hilt, similar to Lillian's own heart stone.

 

“I am sorry, Prince Rye,” she mumbled, bowing stiffly, “I did not recognize you.”

 

“No harm done,” he muttered simply, surprised by her sudden change of attitude. Did her father really hold that hard of a reign over her emotions?

 

“Rye, this is Lillian, your betrothed,” Andreas introduced, Rye stepping forward and gently taking Lillian's hand in his own.

 

“A pleasure to meet you, my lady,” he said quietly, kissing the back of her hand. Preia wondered why she felt like she would cry seeing him do that.

 

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