A Prince & His Royal Guard (Became THE PRINCE AND HIS ROYAL GUARD)
This story is something I’m playing around with of late. It will be short, it will be sweet. I have had fun writing it!
The thud of a bullet hitting a tree too close startled the black thoroughbred stallion into a run. Leon swallowed bile and leaned over his horse, gripping his reins to keep control of Starburst as they raced through the wild forests surrounding his home. A second shot sent birds flying from the branches.
A harsh hiss left his lips when he felt the painful
sting on his right upper arm.
Leon leaned lower on his horse not daring a glance
back.
Starburst ran fast, scared and unsettled. Leon needed all his wits to keep control of
him.
He thanked his luck as Starburst emerged from the
forest and onto an open field a minute later.
The horse kept up his fast pace, heading to the stables. When they were halfway there, Leon turned
back hoping to see his assailant. His
heart thudded in his chest when he saw no one standing at the tree line aiming
at him with a gun. It was little relief.
Starburst slowed down when they were closer to
familiar territory. Leon brought him to
a stop outside the stable and jumped off the saddle with a wince. Pain lanced up his upper arm, blood dripping
down his sleeve.
The groom who came to take Starburst gave a short gasp
taking the reins from Leon.
“Your Highness, you’re injured!”
Leon glanced at his right upper arm with a grimace. The bullet grazed his arm hard and left a
deep furrow that dripped blood down his arm.
It stung. He didn’t want to think
about taking a shower with it. The next
few days would be uncomfortable.
“Your Highness,” Dax, his royal guard and attendant, came
running from inside the stable, horror clear in his eyes. “Oh God, how did this happen?”
“Don’t start with me,” Leon said, turning away from Dax,
intent on running to his rooms.
Dax grew up in the service of the royal family. He knew the rules and regulations of running
a palace front and back. When he moved
to Castle Arguro, those rules and regulations remained. His unparalleled dedication to Leon often
left him unsettled.
Having grown up wild and unchecked, Leon often chafed
under Dax’s constant attention. The man
took everything that happened to Leon too seriously.
Ten years of Dax and Leon still had not found a middle
ground with the thirty-one year old attendant.
Dax’s concern seemed to deepen with time.
“Stop,” Dax ordered, running around Leon to stop his
progress to the castle.
Dax’s gentle hands took Leon’s right arm. Leon winced when Dax ripped the holder on his
sleeve wider, his gaze narrowed as he studied the angry bleeding gouge. A soft hiss escaped Dax when he recognized
what injured Leon. Meeting Leon’s gaze, Dax
let go of Leon’s arm and took a step back.
“It’s time to report this,” Dax stated, his tone
enough to tell Leon there was no arguing.
“This is no longer an accident.”
Leon let a heavy sigh escape, unable to refute Dax, thinking
back on the last three weeks.
His yacht blowing up minutes before Leon boarded two
weeks ago. A week after, the tires on
his favorite Ferrari had blown up on a particularly scary stretch of curved
road.
Leon could not avoid reality any longer. Three
accidents in the space of weeks was no longer a coincidence
“Someone is trying to kill you, Prince Leon,” Dax
said, his eyes wide with worry.
Leon’s gaze shifted to the castle beyond the stables,
an uneasy feeling brewing deep inside him.
Castle Arguro was home to the Kingdom’s royal second
son. Leon had called the castle home for
twenty-five years. Arguro was his parents’
home first. When Leon turned twenty-one,
his mother and father died in a tragic car accident in Monaco.
Leon then became Castle Arguro’s master.
Four years after their funeral, he now looked forward
to living a quiet life in this place.
Content to focus his extensive resources on businesses and the charities
his parents founded and supported. He
wanted no political power or official duties from the Kingdom’s Palace.
Leon never ventured into the royal court, or involved
himself in the constant running intrigues that ruled the Kingdom’s seat of
power. He was fourth in line to the
throne, and hoped to become twentieth. If
only his cousins would marry and give birth, as expected, ensuring his freedom.
With that in mind, Leon turned to Dax.
“Do not go running to grandmother’s officials with this. Use Castle Arguro’s resources first. Reach out to private security firms. Keep it discrete,” Leon warned, when Dax smiled. “They can also handle security around the castle until we find the culprit.”
“Okay.” Dax nodded, looking pleased now that Leon was placing importance to the incident.
“Let’s get you inside and see to your arm. It annoys me to see your blood staining the
grass.”
Leon chuckled and gave the wound on his right arm a wary glance. He still couldn’t believe someone had gotten close enough to graze his arm with a bullet.
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I’m on a roll with princes this season. Here is a look at a story I’ve been hatching for a while. The title may change. I ‘m not in love with the current one. It will be long, and gives me the vibes for Crown Prince Yoshi, which I enjoy and love so dearly. This one will be longer than the one above. I’ll post it as the year goes, after working on Seiryu Spirit.
Chapter
1 – A Resounding Peace
Kamran
Estate, Wild Lands
“Taste it.”
Jihan stared at the pink fruit. Its juices slid down a slender wrist, dripping to the ground. The hand holding the juicy morsel moved to his lips once more and he gave in. He opened his mouth and took in the fruit.
Sweet and tangy taste exploded in his mouth and he
smiled at the woman who had fed him the fruit.
“Delicious,” Jihan said, his gaze returning to the
ledger he was writing.
“Delicious,” she mocked his tone, then laughed, jumping off the platform where he sat. She ran down the stairs to the open space below.
“Ishan! Did you hear him? The peach is clearly tastier than anything he has ever had. Why does he sound like he is bored? Tell me, Ishan, what am I to do with this little brother?”
Jihan noted down the number of peaches they were
getting from Ishan’s orchard and glanced up to see Ishan wrap an arm around
Andiya’s waist. His older sister laughed
when Ishan twirled her around, holding her tight against him. Jihan placed his pen on its holder and
watched them tease each other.
The courtyard was alive with activity. Work men coming in from Ishan’s orchard,
carrying crates of peaches to be taken by Jihan’s work men. The women working in Ishan’s estate cooked in
the corner, in anticipation of feeding the many workers visiting today.
Ishan and Andiya moved between each group keeping up morale. Or so it would seem to others, but Jihan knew how much Andiya loved Ishan. How much Ishan wanted Andiya to become Mistress of the Gura Estate. Jihan envied them their connection.
“Jihan,” Andiya called to him, and he blinked watching her raise two huge peaches to her eyes. She made a pout and he chuckled at the sight of her. Ishan grinned and the courtyard erupted into laughter at Andiya’s continued antics to make him laugh.
Jihan indulged her for a few minutes, until the next
batch of crates came into the courtyard and he had to pick up his pen to note
them down. He worked steadily for the
next hour, and right as lunch was ready, he looked up to see his shadow guard,
Shen, walk into the courtyard.
Jihan finished writing the number of fruits he was taking from Ishan, and the cost in his ledger. He pushed it aside when Shen reached him and crouched beside him, the grip on his sword tight.
“Master Jihan,” Shen greeted. “News from the Kingdom’s Capital.”
“The war?” Jihan asked, afraid the Second Prince had failed in his defense of the Wei Kingdom’s west border. Second Prince, Feng Wei, commanded the Kingdom’s army on behalf of the king. He was to drive out invaders from West Nation. The war at the west border was three months old now. The fear that Second Prince would lose was taking root in everyone’s heart.
“Prince Feng Wei has suppressed the invaders,” Shen said, he produced a note from his pocket and handed it to Jihan. “Our sources played an important role, your father has received a commendation from the palace.”
“So, what’s the news from the Capital?” Jihan asked,
unrolling the note to read later.
“King Feng Jun has made a royal decree,” Shen said,
his expression filled with urgency. “He
insists on a royal wedding between a Kamran child and Second Prince, Feng Wei.”
Jihan sucked in air, his gaze on his sister who sat next to Lord Ishan adding grilled fish slices into his bowl.
“Father?” Jihan asked.
“He is delighted by the idea of his family tied to the
royal family, even though it is a second marriage for Prince Feng Wei,” Shen
said. “Your father is making
preparations for the wedding as we speak.
He will come to take Andiya to the capital personally.”
Jihan looked away from his smiling sister and stared
at the note he held. Heart pounding with
worry at the thought of Andiya forced to marry into the royal family. His sister was happy. She loved Lord Ishan. Their father would never understand that
love. He would force her to give it up.
“Should we tell Lady Andiya?” Shen asked.
“Not yet,” Jihan said. “Have them prepare the evening meal in my house. I shall have no one else attending to this meal but you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master Jihan.”
“Prepare everything, and contain this news.” Jihan glanced at Ishan and Andiya, nodding when Andiya smiled at him. “You and I will need to work hard to reduce the damage from this royal decree. I’m afraid Kamran Estate might suffer a huge loss at the end of it. There can be no mistakes.”
“Yes, Master.”
Shen got up and hurried off, leaving Jihan to read the
note from one of his trusted troop leaders supplying Second Prince’s army at
the west border.
Master Kamran,
Beware of the gift given by the Dragon Seat. This war has exposed Kamran, leaving your Wild Estate open to jealousy and envy from court officials. Your network is powerful and The Dragon will seek to own it. If you cannot escape the gift, then cultivate a friendship with the fierce commander at the west. He is grateful to Kamran for the help and support you gave in secret. He will look at you with kind eyes.
As always, my hope
is to grow our alliance and create a harmonious and prosperous atmosphere for
our families. I know your sister’s
happiness is in danger if she reaches the Capital. Your faithful friend,
Swallow.
Jihan reread the letter twice, and then reached for
the bowl left by Andiya an hour ago for drinking water. He sunk the letter into the bowl, soaking it
with water. His gaze on the ink fading
from the paper, his thoughts on the difficult future ahead.
Jihan could only hope his father was not too eager to
be father in-law to a prince.
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They are both stories about love and adventure. I can’t wait to get them out to you!
