^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Swear trails down my neck as I continuously throw punches at the tree. The dented wood almost has me feeling bad for it. The bark peeled off of the tree long before I can remember, but I have never failed to beat the life out of it. Today I hit I extra hard, because I think I just met my arch nemesis. There was something sketchy about her. “Maybe it was her ripped jeans or her worn sweater.” I mumble to myself under my breath. My knuckles ache and I can feel the warm, sticky blood running down my hand before dripping to the ground. After a while, when the blood from my knuckles finally dries up on the tree, I slump against the palace wall. ‘Even as the crown price I will never be able to get any free time.’ I hear little Apollo calling out to my name from my doorway. “X! X, where are you?” I smile at the sound of my nickname on his lips, willing him to leave before climbing up the thick vines up to my window. ‘Time to meet my future suitors I guess.’ As I climb into my room, I see Lily waiting for my by my bed with my suit. ‘Here goes nothing’ I tell my self as I take the suit from Lily’s hands before nodding to her, long caramel hair falling into my face. I drag my fingers through my hair before looking down at the suit before me. I sigh. ‘This is going to be a long day.’ As I walk out the door, I see Lily and two other servants ready with everything I am going to need. The four silver bracelets and the one gold one, along with the five bronze ones that show my dislike and their road home. The last servant is carrying a bottle of wine along with two wine glasses. ‘Why two?’ I wonder, lost deep in thought when we finally reach the doors to the dining hall. The door is pushed open by the servants standing there, and I am lead to a seat at the left end of the table. The seat I am lead to is adorned with pretty ruby arranged in the shapes of roses. There a swirling silver lines covering from the armrest to where the silk cushion ends. The cushions are lining the back and the seat of the chair, stained a crisiom color. The night goes on in a terrible blur, woman after woman. The line of bracelets are glimmering in front of me are tempting me to ask for more bronze. Just as I have almost worked up the nerve to ask, she walks in, dress a dark red, dragging across the floor. Her face is serious behind a curtain of wavy midnight hair framing her soft features. Her deeply tanned skin glints in the chandelier light and I wonder how often she spends time outside. She curtsy’s to me and her tight but breathable silk dress ripples at the movement. “Vallentine Blair Serrann of Lythonio.” she says smoothly, accent making her words as soft as felt. Her eyes are sharp, unlike the rest of her facial features, which were gentler than a butterfly. I watch her eyes quickly taking in her surroundings before settling back on me. Her eyes crash into mine, and it feels like I am running through a lush forest with dark green leaves making a canopy over my head. It takes me a minute to respond. " Xandyr Miguel Diaque, Crown Prince of Sarqora.” I nod my head at her, looking for any excuse to avoid looking into her hypnotizing eyes. “Take a seat.” I say in the most polite way possible as I nod to the servants to leave us. After a awkward 5 minutes of silence as we eat, she asks, " Why was I chosen as a suitor for you, prince?” I blink. No one has ever said my title like that before. “Well, you applied, did you not? And if your a princess, you get accepted immediately…” I say even though I know very well that she isn’t. “Oh come on Prince, you saw me reaching my apartment, did you not?” I smile, amused. “So you saw me?” I ask looking her right in the eye and trying not to get lost in them. “I mean-” she pauses, as if trying to find the right words. “I didn’t know exactly who you were in that moment but…” her voice trails off as she sees my eyes widen in surprise. “You didn’t know who I was?” I ask her using all my energy not to yell it. She is about to answer when my servants re-enter the room, signaling the end of our discussion. There are three girls after her, but everything the remains formal. Finally, its time for me to choose which girl to gift each bracelet. I have around five minutes to ponder before the girls file into the room, one by one. I hear my father announce the name of the first girl. “Samantha Daypelt.” he booms and she steps forward, shaking her auburn hair out of her face. I bow to her and hand her a silver bracelet. She smiles sweetly and takes a step back into the line. This goes on and on. Bronze, Bronze, Silver, Bronze, Silver- and the her eyes meet mine. “Now, what should I do with you, hm?” I whisper to her. Here goes nothing. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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