Post by Serendipity on Oct 12, 2015 17:24:41 GMT -8
|| - this rp doesn't have to be a prince & gypsy story, your character can be whatever you'd like her to be.
The Kingdom of Teradon was ruled by a fair and just hand; King Adrian P. Farrell. The King watched over his kingdom diligently, making sure all things were running smoothly. He didn’t stand for any mistreatment put upon any of his subjects, even those who broke the law. There were no beheadings, no whippings – no torture of any kind was allowed in his kingdom whilst he ruled. Unlike his predecessors he understood that the world was changing, they were no longer in the dark ages and therefore he and his kingdom needed to learn the ways of a modern society. New technologies were being discovered everyday by brilliant scientists who were no longer being laughed at for their discoveries. It was impossible to ignore that in order to grow as a whole kingdom these technologies needed to be embraced and not scorned. There were some who disagreed with this; those who didn’t like change often rose up in an attempt to overthrow the King, but they were never successful.
The King’s eldest son, Prince Percy, was next in line to take the throne. King Adrian took his eldest son firmly under his wing; he hoped his son would learn with him as he was still learning, and understand that a modern society was what they needed to move towards a better and brighter future. However, Prince Felix, the Kings youngest son disagreed with his father and brother, he didn’t want to move forward because he believed their kingdom was fine the way it was. He believed his father had grown soft and only wanted to sabotage the kingdom for his own selfish reasons. To the astonishment of everyone in the kingdom and even the lands beyond Teradon, Prince Felix attempted to assassinate his own father. The Prince’s wife and son were left husbandless and fatherless as he was imprisoned for life and later died from starvation refusing to eat in his stubbornness.
Both the King and his wife were devastated of course, Prince Felix was still their son after all and his death was the last thing they wanted. The man’s wife and son were well looked after by the King and Queen of Teradon who didn’t believe their sons values had been passed on to them and weren’t seen as a threat. As a result of Prince Felix’s actions the King’s guards grew in numbers and ranks. Prince Percy led these men in many battles over the years, fighting against all those opposed to the King’s rulings. Later, Prince Felix’s own son, Jonathan took over this duty. The once King Adrian had decided it was time to retire from his duties as King and handed the title over to his son.
King Percy ruled the way his father had taught him, he too believed in the future his father wanted for them all and the responsibility was passed to him. He married a short time after becoming King, his lovely wife ruled by his side with grace and a fierce loyalty towards her husband. Queen Sophia E. Duncan, the daughter of Lord Duncan the third, bore two children for the King; a son and daughter. Prince Oliver and Princess Caitlyn Farrell were born a year apart and bought up in a loving family alongside their cousin Jonathan and his son Darian. Darian was a year younger than the other two children but quickly became Prince Oliver’s best friend. It was rumoured that the King and Queen would have more children one day, when the first two were older. But this wasn’t the case and Queen Sophia didn’t have any more children.
The Royal family were well respected throughout their kingdom and praised by the people for their kindness and leadership. Although Prince Oliver had managed to make a name for himself for his rebelliousness and overconfidence; to Oliver, rules were made to be broken and he pushed those boundaries often. King Percy and Queen Sophia were at their wits end as to what to do with their son; he had the potential of becoming a great King. Aside from his arrogance at times and his rebellious streak underneath was a loyal, just and kind young man. Princess Caitlyn was the opposite to her brother; she took her royal duties seriously and respected the rules laid out for them. She liked responsibility where her brother didn’t.
“He’s just a boy, he has a long way to go yet…just give him time,” His Queen implored for the third time this week. Her protectiveness towards her son was admirable, and the fact that she whole heartedly believed that Oliver would become a great King one day reminded Percy of the reasons why he’d married this woman in the first place. It wasn’t just because she was suited for him in the eyes of kingdom but because of her ability to see the good in everyone. And she often put him in his place and cleared his judgement when it was clouded. This is what he loved about her the most; also there was the fact that she had given him two beautiful children. No King could ask for more than that.
“Boy or not he needs to learn to grow up sometime. He’ll be eighteen in two months’ time, how much longer should we treat him like a child?” Percy questioned though his tone held no harshness behind it. He heard Sophia sigh softly and watched as she turned her back on him, her gaze turned down to the courtyard below. He knew she was considering his words carefully before she answered, but he hated himself for undermining her beliefs that all Oliver needed was more time to grow up, and closed the distance between them. Percy placed a tender hand on his wife’s shoulder and gently turned her back around to face him. He cupped her cheek in his hand, wiping away a tear that had slipped from her beautiful green eyes with his thumb. “He needs to learn his duties.” He murmured softly and gently kissed his wife’s lips, smiling when he pulled back. “He’ll still have his own free time, I’m only asking for a few days a week with me so I can teach him everything I know, and everything my father taught me.”
“But you’re asking him to wield a sword, to go out into battle – to eventually lead your guards and your armies!” Sophia burst, her lips trembled slightly and she turned her head away from her husband’s touch. She loved the man standing before her, with all her heart, but sometimes when it came to her children she felt he asked too much of them. They were the royal family, she understood this more than anyone; they had certain responsibilities to uphold for their Kingdom. But her children were still her children and she worried for them, worried that this weight of responsibilities on their shoulders would be too much and they’d get crushed beneath it all.
Percy, with gentle fingers, gripped the dark haired woman’s delicate chin and turned her face back towards his. “I know. But he needs to learn the values I learnt when I led my father’s armies – that life is precious and shouldn’t be taken for granted, and compassion towards your enemies is not weakness.” He explained firmly, looking deep into her eyes so she understood that this needed to be done.
“I’ll tell him than, it’ll be easier coming from his mother. He won’t like that his freedom is being taken away from him – parts of it at least.” Queen Sophia finally nodded, and wound her arms around her husband’s neck drawing him into a fierce hug. “Sometimes I wish someone else could make these tough decisions for us.”
“That would mean we wouldn’t be the King and Queen,” He pointed out gently.
Seven years later...
“Excuse me, you’re what?”
“I’m ridding myself of my title for a day – or maybe two,” Prince Oliver stated in a matter of fact manner as he glanced towards his cousin as though his reasons for his decision were obvious. They were both standing in his room; Darian had knocked on his door only a few minutes ago after hearing Oliver was upset over something. His cousin was often there for him as a show of support, rather than discourage Oliver for anything that might be seen as inappropriate for a royal the other man encouraged it. It was only a matter of time before one day Oliver was King and both Oliver and Darian felt that he should enjoy his life the way he wanted before that overwhelming responsibility came along. It appeared however, this time, Darian didn’t agree with this particular decision he’d made.
“That’s absurd, Ollie. Truly absurd!” Darian laughed and sat down on the gigantic bed Oliver’s room carried. Darian shook his head, watching his cousin closely in hopes that the other male was just kidding around. Oliver was not just his best friend but his cousin, but they’d been more like brothers in some ways. Although sometimes Oliver sensed that his cousin had somewhat of a darker side, he had a temper that was for sure and had shown signs of jealousy towards him in the past. But Ollie had never had a brother, only a sister, and he’d put it down the other male’s jealousy to something a brother might have if one son was being paid more attention and praise than the other.
“It’s not absurd at all Darian. Think about it; as the Prince I can never have a break, there are always duties to see to – shit to figure out. So I’m officially stripping myself of that title just for one day – two at the most,” Oliver explained as he slipped off his designer shoes and socks and undid his belt. “And I’m getting the hell out of dodge so nobody can guilt trip me into ‘doing what’s right for the Kingdom’” Oliver continued and mimicked what he thought his father, the King, sounded like when he said those exact words.
“And how’s that going to work exactly when everyone within a hundred miles knows who you are and what you look like?” Darian quizzed quirking a dark brow as he waited for a response. “And wait until I’m gone to take your shirt off, Ollie!” Darian gasped playfully and rolled his eyes. Oliver paused halfway through unbuttoning his crisp white shirt; his jacket had been shrugged off earlier and slung over the end of his bed head. Oliver copied Darian’s eye roll but continued unbuttoning the shirt still considering how to answer his cousin’s questions.
“Well…I won’t be in designer clothes or shoes and I won’t brush my hair. I haven’t shaved the last few days either much to my mother’s disgust, and I’m going to visit the furthest reaches of Scarborough.” The Prince answered easily as though that explained everything. He heard Darian’s intake of breath at the mention of Scarborough, it was a town you passed through –quickly- and never stayed. He sensed his cousin’s apprehension over yet another decision he had made and rolled his eyes again, turning his back to the other male before he slipped the shirt from his broad shoulders. He tossed it aside and walked over to his wardrobe where he had hidden a bag of ‘to unfashionable for royals to wear’ clothes.
“I hope you’re taking something to protect yourself with then, Scarborough is…well it’s pretty rough there. You know that already though.” Darian sighed and pushed himself up from the bed, he really didn’t want to watch Oliver change – he wasn’t his type. “What do you need me to do then?” Darian offered, aware that the Prince would need some help escaping the walls of the ten acres that surrounded the royal palace itself. Then he’d have to slip passed the boundary that was Teradon itself. That was one city and two towns Oliver would have to go through undetected.
“What my combat skills aren’t enough? I train every day with my father and the guards and no one has bested me yet.” Oliver chuckled lightly, he sounded rather cocky and if his cousin didn’t know him like he did he’d think Oliver was like that all the time. “I’m taking the bike, I haven’t ridden it in a while so it’s the perfect excuse for me to use and you’ll come with me like you always do. Only this time you won’t come back with me.” He’d had it all planned out, Oliver had been planning this for weeks. He had only mentioned it to Darian for the first time now but he knew that his cousin would help him out so there had been no need to spend days trying to convince him.
“Great, so I get to endure the Queens scorn for letting you slip away for the next two days.” The sarcasm was there, but Darian had covered for worse in the past.
By the time the Prince and Darian left the grounds that day to head out for their ride it was mid-morning and they started off along their usual route to not cause suspicion. His mother, although she had scrunched her nose at his attire, hadn’t complained about what her son wore. She knew how dirty the two could come back after a vigorous ride together and would much rather her son’s expensive clothes didn’t get ruined in the process. So by the time the two stopped at the edge of the city it was just after lunch and they said their goodbyes, Oliver reassuring his cousin he would be alright.
One could never truly get rid of a title like ‘Prince’ entirely but Oliver was going to try his hardest to do just that from now until he returned back to the palace. He’d always wondered what it would be like to live on the other side, see how people would treat him not knowing he was part of the royal family. He hated the way everyone doted on him, getting whatever he needed when he needed without hesitation, answering his questions the way they thought he wanted them too. Like they didn’t even have a mind of their own when he – or any of the royal family- was around, and they wouldn’t dare to say no.
If his father wanted him to be a good King like he was always saying he did then Oliver needed to see behind the pretty curtain that was shielding him from the real world – to see what it was like out there for a non-royal. Of course his father would disagree on the way he’d chosen to do this, but Oliver simply felt that he wouldn’t get the full experience if his father sent guards out with him wherever he went; it would just defeat the purpose. Even if he ordered those guards to leave him to his own devices, his father’s orders overthrew any orders Oliver might give.
Oliver rode like the wind the rest of the two hours it took him to reach the outskirts of Scarborough, his daring attitude on the bike always worried his mother but Oliver was a good rider and he’d never given her a reason to worry yet. Though he’d told his cousin he would stopping in Scarborough itself, he hadn’t mentioned that it would be on the way back through and not for the night. Tonight there was a particular spot by a flowing creek that ran throughout the entire kingdom that Oliver had always wanted to camp at when he’d been a child; that was where he’d spend the night. Being so close to Scarborough however he’s parents had never allowed it, not even with the convoy of guards they often travelled with.
No one turned a head as he rode straight through the town, he was of no interest to them since it appeared he was simply passing through. The roads that let out of town soon turned into dirt, a rich brown colour that flick up from under the back wheel of his bike creating a billow of dust in his wake. The sun was starting to set, and Oliver quickly pushed up the tinted visor of his red and black helmet so he could see better. He noticed a tight bend coming up in the distance almost hidden by forest and slowed the bike just a little, a precaution one should always take with such a sharp bend.
Though with the dimming light and the forest lining the road it was hard to see what, if anything, was coming the other way. Oliver slowed again just to be sure and rounded the bend, leaning the bike to the left to follow the dirt road around. The moment he started following the bend around he saw something dart out onto the road a few feet in front of his bike. But it was too late to stop as he realised it was only a child, who now stood frozen in fear in the middle of his path. “Shit!” Oliver cursed behind his helmet and with his heart pounding in his chest he did the only thing he could think of and swerved hard to the left headed straight for the forest, and a tree.
The Prince breaked before he could slam straight into the tree, however as luck would have it the front wheel of his bike hit a large stone at the very same moment and he went curdling over the handle bars. Oliver let out a gasp of surprise followed by a groan of pain as his back hit the tree. Thankfully he always rode with his helmet and leather jacket that had a small layer of padding on the inside in case he came off his bike for any reason, although this wasn’t a little spill it wasn’t life threatening either – he’d just be a little bruised in the morning. He could handle the bruising, had endured more in his combat training, but damage to his bike? That bike was everything to him, it was his sense of freedom and he couldn’t bear to see any damage come to it.
“Aww shit,” Oliver cursed as he saw his bike laying on its side against what looked like a random pile of rocks, on the other side of the bike was soft grass that wouldn’t put any scratches in the paintwork or dents if the bike had fallen that way. Of course it had to fall against the rocks. Oliver ripped off his helmet, beads of sweat had formed on his forehead beneath the helmet and he wiped them off with his sleeve as he stared at his bike in horror. A split second later he remembered the child he’d almost ran over, the child who had run out in the middle of the road without looking where they were going. He picked himself up, and unzipped his jacket as he scoured the road for any signs of the kid.
A young girl, only three or four years old stood on the other side of the road, looking just as horrified as he had when he’d looked at his bike. The Prince slowly made his way over to the girl, turning his head this way and that in search of any adult figure that should have been out here watching her. He was angry, furious, not so much at the little girl but whoever was supposed to be looking after her. “You shouldn’t just go running out on roads like that, if I had only seen you a second later I could have ran straight into you.” Oliver spoke, keeping his tone calm as the girl simply looked up at him in terror. Did she think he was going to hurt her?
“I’m not going to harm you. My names Ollie, what’s yours? Where are your parents?” He questioned the girl gently.
|| So far away from knowing where I am going
I am trying hard to find out who I am
I am trying hard to find out who I am
They all say that I don't know what I am doing
I say they don't hardly understand ||
I say they don't hardly understand ||
The Kingdom of Teradon was ruled by a fair and just hand; King Adrian P. Farrell. The King watched over his kingdom diligently, making sure all things were running smoothly. He didn’t stand for any mistreatment put upon any of his subjects, even those who broke the law. There were no beheadings, no whippings – no torture of any kind was allowed in his kingdom whilst he ruled. Unlike his predecessors he understood that the world was changing, they were no longer in the dark ages and therefore he and his kingdom needed to learn the ways of a modern society. New technologies were being discovered everyday by brilliant scientists who were no longer being laughed at for their discoveries. It was impossible to ignore that in order to grow as a whole kingdom these technologies needed to be embraced and not scorned. There were some who disagreed with this; those who didn’t like change often rose up in an attempt to overthrow the King, but they were never successful.
The King’s eldest son, Prince Percy, was next in line to take the throne. King Adrian took his eldest son firmly under his wing; he hoped his son would learn with him as he was still learning, and understand that a modern society was what they needed to move towards a better and brighter future. However, Prince Felix, the Kings youngest son disagreed with his father and brother, he didn’t want to move forward because he believed their kingdom was fine the way it was. He believed his father had grown soft and only wanted to sabotage the kingdom for his own selfish reasons. To the astonishment of everyone in the kingdom and even the lands beyond Teradon, Prince Felix attempted to assassinate his own father. The Prince’s wife and son were left husbandless and fatherless as he was imprisoned for life and later died from starvation refusing to eat in his stubbornness.
Both the King and his wife were devastated of course, Prince Felix was still their son after all and his death was the last thing they wanted. The man’s wife and son were well looked after by the King and Queen of Teradon who didn’t believe their sons values had been passed on to them and weren’t seen as a threat. As a result of Prince Felix’s actions the King’s guards grew in numbers and ranks. Prince Percy led these men in many battles over the years, fighting against all those opposed to the King’s rulings. Later, Prince Felix’s own son, Jonathan took over this duty. The once King Adrian had decided it was time to retire from his duties as King and handed the title over to his son.
King Percy ruled the way his father had taught him, he too believed in the future his father wanted for them all and the responsibility was passed to him. He married a short time after becoming King, his lovely wife ruled by his side with grace and a fierce loyalty towards her husband. Queen Sophia E. Duncan, the daughter of Lord Duncan the third, bore two children for the King; a son and daughter. Prince Oliver and Princess Caitlyn Farrell were born a year apart and bought up in a loving family alongside their cousin Jonathan and his son Darian. Darian was a year younger than the other two children but quickly became Prince Oliver’s best friend. It was rumoured that the King and Queen would have more children one day, when the first two were older. But this wasn’t the case and Queen Sophia didn’t have any more children.
The Royal family were well respected throughout their kingdom and praised by the people for their kindness and leadership. Although Prince Oliver had managed to make a name for himself for his rebelliousness and overconfidence; to Oliver, rules were made to be broken and he pushed those boundaries often. King Percy and Queen Sophia were at their wits end as to what to do with their son; he had the potential of becoming a great King. Aside from his arrogance at times and his rebellious streak underneath was a loyal, just and kind young man. Princess Caitlyn was the opposite to her brother; she took her royal duties seriously and respected the rules laid out for them. She liked responsibility where her brother didn’t.
|| Why can't they remember
What I'll never forget
What I'll never forget
How these dreams can come undone
When you're young ||
When you're young ||
“He’s just a boy, he has a long way to go yet…just give him time,” His Queen implored for the third time this week. Her protectiveness towards her son was admirable, and the fact that she whole heartedly believed that Oliver would become a great King one day reminded Percy of the reasons why he’d married this woman in the first place. It wasn’t just because she was suited for him in the eyes of kingdom but because of her ability to see the good in everyone. And she often put him in his place and cleared his judgement when it was clouded. This is what he loved about her the most; also there was the fact that she had given him two beautiful children. No King could ask for more than that.
“Boy or not he needs to learn to grow up sometime. He’ll be eighteen in two months’ time, how much longer should we treat him like a child?” Percy questioned though his tone held no harshness behind it. He heard Sophia sigh softly and watched as she turned her back on him, her gaze turned down to the courtyard below. He knew she was considering his words carefully before she answered, but he hated himself for undermining her beliefs that all Oliver needed was more time to grow up, and closed the distance between them. Percy placed a tender hand on his wife’s shoulder and gently turned her back around to face him. He cupped her cheek in his hand, wiping away a tear that had slipped from her beautiful green eyes with his thumb. “He needs to learn his duties.” He murmured softly and gently kissed his wife’s lips, smiling when he pulled back. “He’ll still have his own free time, I’m only asking for a few days a week with me so I can teach him everything I know, and everything my father taught me.”
“But you’re asking him to wield a sword, to go out into battle – to eventually lead your guards and your armies!” Sophia burst, her lips trembled slightly and she turned her head away from her husband’s touch. She loved the man standing before her, with all her heart, but sometimes when it came to her children she felt he asked too much of them. They were the royal family, she understood this more than anyone; they had certain responsibilities to uphold for their Kingdom. But her children were still her children and she worried for them, worried that this weight of responsibilities on their shoulders would be too much and they’d get crushed beneath it all.
Percy, with gentle fingers, gripped the dark haired woman’s delicate chin and turned her face back towards his. “I know. But he needs to learn the values I learnt when I led my father’s armies – that life is precious and shouldn’t be taken for granted, and compassion towards your enemies is not weakness.” He explained firmly, looking deep into her eyes so she understood that this needed to be done.
“I’ll tell him than, it’ll be easier coming from his mother. He won’t like that his freedom is being taken away from him – parts of it at least.” Queen Sophia finally nodded, and wound her arms around her husband’s neck drawing him into a fierce hug. “Sometimes I wish someone else could make these tough decisions for us.”
“That would mean we wouldn’t be the King and Queen,” He pointed out gently.
|| You give what you give cause they make you
Trapped inside a place that won't take you
Trapped inside a place that won't take you
And they want you to be what they make you
It's already over and done, when you're young ||
It's already over and done, when you're young ||
Seven years later...
“Excuse me, you’re what?”
“I’m ridding myself of my title for a day – or maybe two,” Prince Oliver stated in a matter of fact manner as he glanced towards his cousin as though his reasons for his decision were obvious. They were both standing in his room; Darian had knocked on his door only a few minutes ago after hearing Oliver was upset over something. His cousin was often there for him as a show of support, rather than discourage Oliver for anything that might be seen as inappropriate for a royal the other man encouraged it. It was only a matter of time before one day Oliver was King and both Oliver and Darian felt that he should enjoy his life the way he wanted before that overwhelming responsibility came along. It appeared however, this time, Darian didn’t agree with this particular decision he’d made.
“That’s absurd, Ollie. Truly absurd!” Darian laughed and sat down on the gigantic bed Oliver’s room carried. Darian shook his head, watching his cousin closely in hopes that the other male was just kidding around. Oliver was not just his best friend but his cousin, but they’d been more like brothers in some ways. Although sometimes Oliver sensed that his cousin had somewhat of a darker side, he had a temper that was for sure and had shown signs of jealousy towards him in the past. But Ollie had never had a brother, only a sister, and he’d put it down the other male’s jealousy to something a brother might have if one son was being paid more attention and praise than the other.
“It’s not absurd at all Darian. Think about it; as the Prince I can never have a break, there are always duties to see to – shit to figure out. So I’m officially stripping myself of that title just for one day – two at the most,” Oliver explained as he slipped off his designer shoes and socks and undid his belt. “And I’m getting the hell out of dodge so nobody can guilt trip me into ‘doing what’s right for the Kingdom’” Oliver continued and mimicked what he thought his father, the King, sounded like when he said those exact words.
“And how’s that going to work exactly when everyone within a hundred miles knows who you are and what you look like?” Darian quizzed quirking a dark brow as he waited for a response. “And wait until I’m gone to take your shirt off, Ollie!” Darian gasped playfully and rolled his eyes. Oliver paused halfway through unbuttoning his crisp white shirt; his jacket had been shrugged off earlier and slung over the end of his bed head. Oliver copied Darian’s eye roll but continued unbuttoning the shirt still considering how to answer his cousin’s questions.
“Well…I won’t be in designer clothes or shoes and I won’t brush my hair. I haven’t shaved the last few days either much to my mother’s disgust, and I’m going to visit the furthest reaches of Scarborough.” The Prince answered easily as though that explained everything. He heard Darian’s intake of breath at the mention of Scarborough, it was a town you passed through –quickly- and never stayed. He sensed his cousin’s apprehension over yet another decision he had made and rolled his eyes again, turning his back to the other male before he slipped the shirt from his broad shoulders. He tossed it aside and walked over to his wardrobe where he had hidden a bag of ‘to unfashionable for royals to wear’ clothes.
“I hope you’re taking something to protect yourself with then, Scarborough is…well it’s pretty rough there. You know that already though.” Darian sighed and pushed himself up from the bed, he really didn’t want to watch Oliver change – he wasn’t his type. “What do you need me to do then?” Darian offered, aware that the Prince would need some help escaping the walls of the ten acres that surrounded the royal palace itself. Then he’d have to slip passed the boundary that was Teradon itself. That was one city and two towns Oliver would have to go through undetected.
“What my combat skills aren’t enough? I train every day with my father and the guards and no one has bested me yet.” Oliver chuckled lightly, he sounded rather cocky and if his cousin didn’t know him like he did he’d think Oliver was like that all the time. “I’m taking the bike, I haven’t ridden it in a while so it’s the perfect excuse for me to use and you’ll come with me like you always do. Only this time you won’t come back with me.” He’d had it all planned out, Oliver had been planning this for weeks. He had only mentioned it to Darian for the first time now but he knew that his cousin would help him out so there had been no need to spend days trying to convince him.
“Great, so I get to endure the Queens scorn for letting you slip away for the next two days.” The sarcasm was there, but Darian had covered for worse in the past.
|| Everything seems perfect, everything's OK
It will all get better now
It will all get better now
At least that's what they say
But I don't see it coming ||
But I don't see it coming ||
By the time the Prince and Darian left the grounds that day to head out for their ride it was mid-morning and they started off along their usual route to not cause suspicion. His mother, although she had scrunched her nose at his attire, hadn’t complained about what her son wore. She knew how dirty the two could come back after a vigorous ride together and would much rather her son’s expensive clothes didn’t get ruined in the process. So by the time the two stopped at the edge of the city it was just after lunch and they said their goodbyes, Oliver reassuring his cousin he would be alright.
One could never truly get rid of a title like ‘Prince’ entirely but Oliver was going to try his hardest to do just that from now until he returned back to the palace. He’d always wondered what it would be like to live on the other side, see how people would treat him not knowing he was part of the royal family. He hated the way everyone doted on him, getting whatever he needed when he needed without hesitation, answering his questions the way they thought he wanted them too. Like they didn’t even have a mind of their own when he – or any of the royal family- was around, and they wouldn’t dare to say no.
If his father wanted him to be a good King like he was always saying he did then Oliver needed to see behind the pretty curtain that was shielding him from the real world – to see what it was like out there for a non-royal. Of course his father would disagree on the way he’d chosen to do this, but Oliver simply felt that he wouldn’t get the full experience if his father sent guards out with him wherever he went; it would just defeat the purpose. Even if he ordered those guards to leave him to his own devices, his father’s orders overthrew any orders Oliver might give.
Oliver rode like the wind the rest of the two hours it took him to reach the outskirts of Scarborough, his daring attitude on the bike always worried his mother but Oliver was a good rider and he’d never given her a reason to worry yet. Though he’d told his cousin he would stopping in Scarborough itself, he hadn’t mentioned that it would be on the way back through and not for the night. Tonight there was a particular spot by a flowing creek that ran throughout the entire kingdom that Oliver had always wanted to camp at when he’d been a child; that was where he’d spend the night. Being so close to Scarborough however he’s parents had never allowed it, not even with the convoy of guards they often travelled with.
No one turned a head as he rode straight through the town, he was of no interest to them since it appeared he was simply passing through. The roads that let out of town soon turned into dirt, a rich brown colour that flick up from under the back wheel of his bike creating a billow of dust in his wake. The sun was starting to set, and Oliver quickly pushed up the tinted visor of his red and black helmet so he could see better. He noticed a tight bend coming up in the distance almost hidden by forest and slowed the bike just a little, a precaution one should always take with such a sharp bend.
Though with the dimming light and the forest lining the road it was hard to see what, if anything, was coming the other way. Oliver slowed again just to be sure and rounded the bend, leaning the bike to the left to follow the dirt road around. The moment he started following the bend around he saw something dart out onto the road a few feet in front of his bike. But it was too late to stop as he realised it was only a child, who now stood frozen in fear in the middle of his path. “Shit!” Oliver cursed behind his helmet and with his heart pounding in his chest he did the only thing he could think of and swerved hard to the left headed straight for the forest, and a tree.
The Prince breaked before he could slam straight into the tree, however as luck would have it the front wheel of his bike hit a large stone at the very same moment and he went curdling over the handle bars. Oliver let out a gasp of surprise followed by a groan of pain as his back hit the tree. Thankfully he always rode with his helmet and leather jacket that had a small layer of padding on the inside in case he came off his bike for any reason, although this wasn’t a little spill it wasn’t life threatening either – he’d just be a little bruised in the morning. He could handle the bruising, had endured more in his combat training, but damage to his bike? That bike was everything to him, it was his sense of freedom and he couldn’t bear to see any damage come to it.
“Aww shit,” Oliver cursed as he saw his bike laying on its side against what looked like a random pile of rocks, on the other side of the bike was soft grass that wouldn’t put any scratches in the paintwork or dents if the bike had fallen that way. Of course it had to fall against the rocks. Oliver ripped off his helmet, beads of sweat had formed on his forehead beneath the helmet and he wiped them off with his sleeve as he stared at his bike in horror. A split second later he remembered the child he’d almost ran over, the child who had run out in the middle of the road without looking where they were going. He picked himself up, and unzipped his jacket as he scoured the road for any signs of the kid.
A young girl, only three or four years old stood on the other side of the road, looking just as horrified as he had when he’d looked at his bike. The Prince slowly made his way over to the girl, turning his head this way and that in search of any adult figure that should have been out here watching her. He was angry, furious, not so much at the little girl but whoever was supposed to be looking after her. “You shouldn’t just go running out on roads like that, if I had only seen you a second later I could have ran straight into you.” Oliver spoke, keeping his tone calm as the girl simply looked up at him in terror. Did she think he was going to hurt her?
“I’m not going to harm you. My names Ollie, what’s yours? Where are your parents?” He questioned the girl gently.
|| Days never seem longer
They say it's better this way
They say it's better this way
I hope one day I am stronger than I feel
And I hope that it feels different than today ||
And I hope that it feels different than today ||