In the land surrounded by a vast of freshly dense forests is a kingdom known to reside throughout ages dominated by long series of royal bloodlines from one generation to another. The present constitution would be the first 21st procreation throughout the previous constitutions in the onset of the new monarch.
King Nicolas Leonardo together with his wife, Queen Veronica Evangeline have ruled the Kingdom of Ceres with nobility, integrity and strong heart for the last years of their dominance over the Ceresian People whom they gained their strong faith and desire of making Ceres a meek and industrious land.
In the midst of the Castle which was the heart of the Ceres society, lived the youngest prince, a 5'8 feet man, Roye Volhik Ceres in his contemporary labor of justness towards the people he must protect along the will he's carrying as the sole Blue Prince who provided authority over Ceres's securities and defenses.
The ruffled black-haired prince rode on his brown horse and departed the main gate of the Castle as fast as he could, his dark blue cloak fluttering behind him, keeping into mind the recent breakout news of a widow having been mercilessly raped by three outcasts at the end of the town, having been informed of the outcasts attempting to escape by carriage.
Roye whipped his horse across the narrow bumpy road beside the grassy hills, every galloping sound combined together with the breeze of the wind in the warm daylight, the fresh smell of natural leaves from every trees he passed by.
He bounced his horse over a small unbolted wooden gate and galloped towards the onset of the outskirts where there was the carriage quietly residing between the slender morphing trees. Roye pulled his horse to a stop.
His feet touched the ground along with the crispy sound of the grass that made contact with the sole of his bare boots. The silence rested upon his appearance at an abandoned hut next to the exterior part of the dense forest, the aroma of nature coming out and refreshing his nose along the breeze of the wind that naturally blew the fringes of his hair to a tousled look.
The sound of unnatural bristles took Roye by cautious and armed himself with the sword that he had prepared in his side cover. The sword, Hargo which the cute handsome prince technically named due to his long-term habit.
A brown-haired guy with ragged clothing came out of the bushes by surprise and gave his Highness a whip of his strap belt.
Roye expected this attack from someone who was informed to be defenseless and only has his belt to utilize for offense. He stretched out his arm and blocked the attack despite knowing it would sting, by chance took the advantage of snatching the belt from the opponent and kicked him on the stomach, thrusting the opponent to the ground.
Another one of the opponent's fellow comrades, boldly showed up in front of Roye carrying a dagger on his hand. He lunged at the prince with an undignified scream along with the dagger that was dangerously pointed to him, specifically to his heart.
Roye caught the opponent by surprise when he blocked the attack with his sword. He pushed the dagger away using Hargo and it split through the air before landing a hit on the soft grassy ground. Roye playfully deceived the second opponent by gesturing his hands with fake martial act and gave him an uppercut to his chin that caused the unpleasant snap sound.
After witnessing the whole action, the last opponent trembled to his knees having the prince to no effort, made the opponent faint to unconsciousness.
"That was a good warmup." complimented the prince in his utmost joy, spinning his sword and tucking it in the side cover. The police enforcers raided just in time to take away the criminals.
In the busy main street of the town, Ceresian people whooped in joy and cheered upon the arrival of the heroic prince riding on his steady horse. They gave him their gratitude by manifesting their thanks through proper means of banquet offering, name chanting, and a cute little daisy from a cute little girl. Roye bent from his horse to the child and took the flower much to the girl's pleasance. It was a polite way for the Prince of Ceres to appreciate and acknowledge whatever the Ceresian people had in store for him, may it be a proper offering or a bizarre gift, either way he was obliged to receive them with open arms.
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"Another job well done, Master." acknowledged Frederick Hudson, the Prince's trusted manservant as soon as Roye entered the castle grounds where Frederick was waiting for him. A white-haired bushy brows and moustache man in his 46th anniversary of working for the royal family, especially for the Majesties' eight prince ever since he started the job on a fresh young age of 22. He wore like the rest of the butlers in the castle, black trousers, and an enclosed tailcoat on top of a grey vest upon another white top beneath the clothing but with the matching white ascot rather than the black bow tie the butlers used. "You must be exhausted, Master. I have prepared a snack for you in case you're punched up."
"I'll get to the terrace." declared Roye so as not to get Frederick bothered by his work of taking care of the prince, not that Roye was one to also get upset.
To Roye, Frederick Hudson wasn't merely just his manservant, but he was the only closest companion the prince has in this so-called dump castle. Frederick may be old, old enough to be a father, but at least he was better than 'tis majesty on the throne, his old man. At least that was what Roye thought all along.
The Prince sat at the meal table in the terrace like Frederick expected so, and silently drank his favored milk. It was what he usually asked for when he's thirsty. Milk gave him the assurance of pleasant growth and sweet-taste satisfaction.