Pacing the corridor outside of the throne room, running his hands through his short, straight, light brown hair, he lets out an exaggerated sigh. Pivoting on his right foot to pace the other direction, he notices that the long oak door slowly creaked open and a girl with sunrise orange hair wearing an off-the-shoulder white and blue dress with flower designs on the bodice and petals around the collar and waist. Her hair was in an intricate updo with a braided crown. Judging by the amount of hair in the bun, it was about waist length. He didn't mean to stare; there was just something so captivating about this young girl, he couldn't take his eyes off her. She turns, and their eyes meet. Her eyes were a beautiful emerald green, nothing compared to his dull hazel ones.
"Excuse me, I'm headed that way." her voice high and soft echoed through his ears like an angelic hymn. Snapping out of his daze, shaking his head slightly, he replies, "Sorry, I was just waiting to see my-" he hesitates, clears his throat, then corrects himself, "the king." she nods; it was then he realized how small she was compared to him. She was a good head, shorter and petite.
"He's waiting for someone in the throne room. I'm sure you can go in." she shyly says. "I didn't catch your name..."
"Ah, how rude of me. Where are my manners? I'm Ewan."
"Amorie. Nice to meet you, Ewan, but I best be off to my chambers.`` With that, she walked around Ewan and off to the west wing of the castle. She must be the new adviser. Once she had turned the corner, he went into the throne room.
"Ah, if it isn't my pride and joy!" the king bellows while the door shuts.
"What do you want now, dad?"
"Who says I want something? Can't a father love his son?"
"Sure, a father can, but you..." Ewan starts, then stops and looks down at the floor. Sebastian raises an eyebrow in anticipation of something snarky.
"Watch your mouth, son. I am your king and your father; trying to be both is harder than it looks, and I need you to understand that. I do love you, son, but in this case, you were right. I need something from you." Ewan sighs and holds his head high.
"What do you need?" He tries to keep his voice level, but it wavers.
"The Wyvern princess is visiting unexpectedly. I need you to win her over so we can have a marriage alliance between our kingdoms."
Ewan let out a moan as he lifted his head back, running his hands through his neatly fixed hair. "Dad, you know how I feel about this," he said through gritted teeth. Done with the conversation, he headed for the door ignoring his father's shouting.