The sun, shedding its golden rays over the rugged peaks of the Caucasus, slowly began to spread its warmth into the training courtyard within the castle. Wiping his brow, David caught the morning scents of damp earth and pine. He trained vigorously, his sword an extension of himself, yet the weight of leadership weighed more than ever before.
Are you going to swing that sword all day or do you have time for a meal?" a voice he knew well shouted. David turned in the direction of the voice to see his friend Jano striding toward him with a grin playing across his lips.
"Just trying to keep sharp, Jano. You know how the council talks." David sheathed his sword and felt the tension in his shoulders ease slightly. "They say I'm too young to lead.
"Let them talk. They don't see what's right in front of them," Jano replied, crossing his arms. "You've been training harder than anyone. You've got the heart of a lion."
David chuckled but felt a knot of anxiety twist in his stomach. "A lion that's about to face a pack of wolves. What if I fail?
Hey, you aren't going to fail. You're destined for greatness," Jano said, laying a reassuring hand on David's shoulder. "Remember the prophecy of the Builder? You are not just any prince. You are the one who is going to unite us. Everybody believes it. I believe it.
David watched the horizon—the sun continued to rise higher in a fiery glow across the kingdom. "What if the Builder isn't me? What if I'm just. ordinary?"
"Ordinary? You're anything but," Jano replied with a headshake. "You have the strength and the will. But it's not just about the sword. It's about the people. You have to make them believe in you, too.
David let his breath out, weighing his friend's words. "I sometimes wonder if I am ready for this: the council is divided, and the people are afraid. I do not know how to make them believe in me."
"Begin by speaking to them. Let them see who you are," Jano urged, edging closer. "You are not just a prince; you are their future king. Go to the village. Show your face. Listen to their concerns.
The thought of facing the people filled David with a combination of excitement and dread. "You really think that will help?"
"Absolutely! They need to see their king fighting for them, not just sitting in a castle. You're already making a name for yourself with the training and the council meetings. Now it's time to connect with them on a personal level.
"Alright, I'll do it," David said, firmly nodding. "But you're coming with me. I need backup."
Jano grinned. "Always! Let's go show the village who the future king really is."
As they approached the village, the sound of the market hit their ears. The street was lined with brightly coloured stalls loaded with fresh produce, handicrafts, and peals of laughter. A flicker of hope lit up in David's heart; this was his kingdom, teeming with life and resilience.
Look at that!" Jano pointed to several children playing a game in the square. "They don't care about politics. They just want to play and be happy. We should bring that joy back to the adults too."
David watched the children; the sound of their laughter carried in the air as his heart swelled. "You're right. Sometimes, in all that chaos, it is hard to forget.
They came upon a cluster of villagers standing around a stall selling bread. As David stepped forward, the chatter grew still, and all eyes focused on him. He felt a surge of nervous energy, but reminding himself of what Jano said, he puffed his chest out and stood up straight.
"Good morning, everybody!" David yelled; his voice was firm, but his chest was quivering with anxiety. "I'm here to listen. I want to hear your thoughts and your concerns. We can build a better future together."
A woman stepped forward, her eyes ripe with hope and skepticism. "Prince David, it is easy to say that. But we have suffered for too long. How do we know you will be different?
David met her gaze and eyes in a searching bid for sincerity within the words. "I cannot promise that I shall have all the answers, but I promise to fight with you—to work alongside of you. Your voices matter. I want to be the king you need.".
A murmur ran through the crowd. Some nodded; others shared glances of doubtful eye-caressing. Jano moved to stand beside him, nudging him forward. "You have trained harder than any prince we have seen. You've shown your strength in the council. You can be that leader."
A burly man in the back stood and spoke, his voice deep and gruff. "Words are easy, lad. But we need action. What will you do to protect us from the invaders?
David panted, his body language carrying the weight of their fears. "I will unite our troops, fortify our defences, and forge alliances with the tribes around us. We will face any danger together."
The crowd rumbled with murmurs of hope and doubt. "And what of the council?" another voice yelled. "They have their own agendas. How can we trust you to change that?
David stepped closer to them, his tone urgent. "Trust takes time, but I will prove myself. Let's make them accountable together. You would have seen that I was worthy of this crown if only you gave me a chance.
The weight of his words fell in silence, and the burden of their eyes sought confirmation for the ring of honesty, the binds of their hope entwined with their doubts. "So, what do you say? Will you stand with me?"
A quiet yet firm voice rose from the front. "If you mean all that you say, we will stand by you, Prince David. But we need to see action, not words.
David nodded, feeling resolve build up within him. "Then let us take the first step together."
As if by consent, murmurs started to issue from the crowd, and in his chest, David felt something light. He knew the days ahead would be bumpy, but now a journey to unity had started—a journey in which he would try to be that Builder his kingdom needed.