Well, I might as well find out who's knocking. As I sit up, another knock I teleport behind whoever is knocking and who would have thought it was, my cute fiancé? Yo, princess, I say as I make her jump like four feet. Ppt, I start laughing so hard. that there are tears in my eyes. She has puffed out her cheeks and is pouting. I can't breathe. I'm laughing too hard. 30 seconds later, I regain my composure. When I do, the first thing I hear is, "You're a jerk! You could have just opened the door, you know. Yeah, but then I wouldn't have seen you jump four feet, so what's up? I want to talk to you. Get to know you better, I mean. We will be getting married in ten years, and all that. So, I will say what you want to talk about, hobbies things we like. "Sure, let's go with that."
Okay, well, start with Emily's favorite animal: "I like dogs the most, is that lame?" Emily asks. I don't think so. I like dogs too, but a dog. I think it's my turn, huh favorite food. Creamy sculpt potatoes that my mom makes. As the night goes on, we talk about the things we like about midnight one of the guards catches us on the roof. And we are forced to flee to our rooms. I am awake by the sound of banging on my door. This time the door to my room is almost time for the announcements, my lord. I'm up I reply. And start getting ready for my day.
It's game time. As the massive double doors open, the audience chamber is packed with scores of nobles. As I approach the king's throne, I go down on one knee. the king bellows, "Raise your head, Zeus Gatsby. Your efforts have more than earned you the right to do that." As I raise my head. I see him. His majesty is about 6 foot tall and has. Brown hair a nicely trimmed full beard. And a scar running down his cheek to his jawline. As for his attire. red, white and a allot of gold. Typical kingly fashion sense. As the crowd settles, he continues. "Zeus, for the valor shown to the matter of the duke kidnapping of your sister and the maiming committed against her, I give you my best friend and our closes ally daughter. the second of her name, Princess Emily von Leaf!" Mental not to self-mess with her about the middle name. as I snap back to what's happening "any objections good I thought not. as for the second part of this matter."
"Due to what has come to light with the dukes dealing because of this boy. I will grant him the rank of count and give him rights to half of the land that was in the duke's holding. This includes one castle town two villages, and a lot of undeveloped land. I will also grant him tax exemptions till he comes of age. And if another town is formed, I will raise his rank to a viscount. He will also gain a middle name lightless, Zeus Lightless Gatsby. Any objections a man steps forward "I am against it, Your Majesty." And why count Gerald the king ask? "he is too young. He can't be more than ten years old!" You may speak Zeus. Excuse me, count Gerald, was it? While a maybe young. I am capable of well managing what the duke could not take care of, for I am a Gatsby! Zeus lightless Gatsby! and I would make a wager if I may my liege. "I will allow it." The king bellows, if I can't become a viscount, a year's worth of revenue will be yours from both villages. The king claps, "I love it!" he exclaims. "I will allow it!" as for Gerald. Well, he reluctantly accepted. The king once again begins talking. "You will be attending the royal academy. Starting when you turn ten." makes sense. I mean, I am indeed in need of some form of education. My common sense is a little lacking. But the academy... I'll have to ask Dad about it, but we will think about that later. For now, well, I need to go and talk to the king in a more closed-door kind of meeting.
"Zeus, you handled that very well. Thank you! no thank you, Your Majesty. So what's next? What a simple yet complex question. I think it is pretty obvious you need to check out your domain, the land that you will manage for generations to come. Yes, sir have you seen my sister or my father? Yes about that your father returned to his domain with your mother. I believe your sister is still in the capital. By the way, Zeus do you even know the name of the money the king asks. In reply,
"No, scratching the back of my head, No, I do not, Your Majesty so what your father said is faithful then you know not of common knowledge. I reply Yes, I lack what you'd say common knowledge. Let me give you a course on the interworkings of the empire of velques. One we have three main cities Brookshire, home to the elves and dwarfs, Guildhall home to the carries guild and the capital Whitecrest and sub-cities Ceader Cove, which is a port, Marika home to the mages' guild Ankeir, home of the most skilled tradesmen and your new home my young vassel after that is sub cities come to the villages the many villages I won't cover their names the two you will be looking over is the Gavinshire and Jackson as for their specialties Jackson is known for making good alcohol and tobacco gavinshire for their raw textile product I should also mention that their is a bandit problem in your domain so deal with it swiftly I don't care for the detail unless it involves the nation as for your sister she seems happy with that Gregory Donald fellow.
Wait, this is an excellent opportunity to learn more about that sister stealer, Gregory Donald! So, who is he anyway? The king raises an eyebrow. Hooho jealous are we not getting all the attention from your sister? Well, it's good to act your age sometimes, I guess. Can you stop glaring their Zeus? I am the king, after all so he is the sub-leader for one of the knight groups under my command. Abruptly the king pauses and smiles? he begins talking There is someone I want you to meet, Zeus a good friend of mine and soon to be your father in law as he says that, my face turns to panic as I attempt to teleport away, but it doesn't work I audibly leak out the words shit! as the door bursts open and a tall, slender man with black hair as I dread what's to come next. Emily arrives glances at me, and then turns to the king it's good to see you, your majesty, which is overmatched by the tall elves' voice booming you smug ass, what gives you the right to Merrie off my daughter. To some kid who I've never met!
What was that, you lengthy-looking senile bastard? Do you not remember what you told me to allow my daughter to choose her suitor? You want to go, huh? The elve replies. As this goes down, Emily comes over to me. How have you been? Good, I guess, as internally I'm panicking shit; I'm so dead well I might as well take the initiative. Umm, sir, I manage to say in a meek voice. Let's try that again. Excuse me, sir! Huh, is this the brat? I'll kill you. As he says this, he throws a punch at my chest.
I close my eyes. Is this how I'm going to die a second time? Huh, no pain, no light at the end of the tunnel, no flashbacks or inner monologue. Wait. No pain as I open my eyes; I see the king holding his arm, preventing him from killing me. Emily then steps up to her dad. "DAD, did you just try to kill my fiance?" she sounds pissed, and it's kinda cute; not going to lie. As I shake the thought away, her dad replies No, my sweet little honied pumpkin, I would never! "And you lie to me! You're the worst dad! As those words leave her lips, the grown elf falls to his knees. No, I'm the worst; I can't be. This is a lie. he falls deeper into depression. The king turns to me. You should leave for today, and Emily, you should stay and probably help your dad out of his spontaneous slump. She looks angry still but with a hint of embarrassment. Yeah, you don't have to tell me twice. I saw under my breath as I turned to Emily. "See you later." I sprinted out of the room. Right after.