The knight riding beside him looked at him and shook his head. Liam who had seen that also shook his continued forward as he knew the man understood nothing of his pain and his fury.
"You must not want to return to the palace, right?" the knight asked and he could not help but notice a hint of mockery in his voice.
The mockery in his voice made Liam turn again this time with a glare. If eyes could kill . . .
"You must not like me a lot. You might as well kill me and bury me here," he told the man out of frustration as he pulled his stallion to a stop.
"I am not your enemy," the man told him. He rode forward, stopped, and turned to face Liam on his horse. "We have never been enemies, your highness and that is why I was trusted enough to ensure your safety in the palace."
Liam could not hold back a scoff. His hands itched to throw a punch at the man's cleanly shaven jaw. He was pissed off and no one will understand why he was been so irritable. He had lost his family members and here he was been called 'your highness'.
The sound of that only further infuriated him. It reminded him of what he had lost in the destroyed world. He wished he could get enough beer to get him drunk until she can't remember it all.
He knew as his father always said that emotion was a man's weakness and he should never let his emotions get the best of him that was why he loved extreme sport.
Those sports helped him vent without appearing too emotional. He combed through his hair with his finger and swallowed.
"I do not want to be a minute later to a soft bed," he told the man before him on his horse.
"You look like you need rest and enough flowers and spices in your bath water," the knight replied with a smile that had Liam holding the reins of his horse tightly.
"Since you know that, we might as well get going," he told the knight seriously as he clenched his jaw at the sight of the man's smile.
He could hear the man's laughter as he rode off. He would have never condoned such actions back on earth. He was unequally superior and that was why he had so many friends and the girls liked him.
He was not oppressive but persuasive in a very influential manner that made people do what he wants when he wants. His father taught him when he was only twelve years old.
It was a difficult training but by the time he returned from the summer break, he knew he was different and he could not remember when last he ever suffered a loss.
It was not all about winning all the time but losing when necessary. One reason that makes it necessary to lose is when you will get a reward for doing so.
He chose to lose to that man because he was new here and he would only be able to fit in better with that man who knows more about him as his guard than anyone else.
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It had gotten dark when they arrived at the town they were to stay in. He felt very lightheaded but forced his steps further into the inn. The town felt empty and he was too busy keeping his eyes open to take note of anything aside from the tall stone wall and the gate.
He did not know how he got to the bed at the end of the day.
He woke up feeling very refreshed. It reminded him of his room on earth and he had to push off that thought when it began making him less refreshed.
The bed was not in any way inferior to his bed at home. He rubbed the smoothness of the bed before standing up.
He walked to the window and pushed aside the curtain to see a busy world out there. He saw women and children and men, which makes it a pretty normal town, right?
It was normal except for the absence of cars. Their only means of transportation were horses and donkeys. They had bulbs and street lamps and shops that seemed busy.
He was impressed but it was not what he had expected with the absence of cars. They said it was a world of magic, right?
He was yet to the magic . . . no he has seen it first had not he did not mean magic that could seal his mouth and turn it into a funnel.
He did not see witches flying around with brooms. He swallowed and concluded that he might not have arrived at a very bad world.
Who would be able to withstand as much magic as he had thought he would witness in the magic world. He swallowed. A whole life was ahead of him and he was not sure if he wanted it here.
He was lonely with no one, no friends, no family. It was hard for an extrovert like him to adjust to such a situation. He had to be very careful when dealing with these people after almost dying twice.
He was served breakfast by a very beautiful woman. They were beautiful but not his type as they batted their eyelashes at him.
They assisted him with his bath and their massage was a healing session as his body needed it after the tiring journey of yesterday.
He was amazed at how they wanted to be with him even though he was the weak prince with no magic. Well, that must be one great benefit of coming from a royal family.
His journey continued that morning. He found the town to be simple yet happy-looking and lively. He was not used to riding a horse for too long. It gave him no time to rest and his hip kept aching him through the journey.
The effect of the massage he got from the soft hands of the beautiful ladies had lost its effectiveness by midday and the day was particularly hot. He was sure that it was way over thirty degrees Celsius. He was getting cooked.
They stopped for lunch and he only got to eat bread, meat jerky, and milk. That did not do any good in replenishing his energy.
He saw a stream and he felt a strong urge to go into it and lie down but he could not.