Runaway Prince
Disclaimer: Ragnarok will never be mine. *sob*
Summary: This story is about the prince of a different kingdom than Rune Midgard, who ran away from his country and ended up in Prontera. There he meets a couple of friends. But suddenly someone is after his life! What will happen?
Chapter ONE
"Master Zerach, the king is waiting for you in his carriage. He says that the two of you have to reach Al De Baran in two weeks for that diplomatic negotiation with the King Tristan III of the Kingdom of Rune Midgard, and you have to leave the palace now." Gareth, my trusted personal servant, told me. Damn, I have to go to one of my father's stupid boring meetings again! Argh. Why can't any of my brothers be the 'heir to the throne'?! Just because I'm his 'favorite' son doesn't mean I have to go through this suffering! I sighed loudly.
"I want to stay here in Betelgeuse! Besides, can't Sych go instead?! HE'S the eldest son!" I tried to worm my way out.
"Oh, but His Highness has already appointed you to be the next king, Master, so you will have to go with him to his diplomatic meetings. After all, you wouldn't want your brother to start being a snob and bully you if he instead becomes the heir?" Gareth replied smartly, eyes twinkling.
Oh, the bastard. How I want to hit him. HONESTLY, I mean, I like Gareth, but I hate it when he's always right! My father knew that Sych is a snob and if he became the heir, he would probably kick us out once our father died. I gave up and allowed Gareth to escort me to my father's pecopeco-drawn carriage. My father saw me sulking and said "You'll get used to it." with a hint of humor in his voice. My damn old man's laughing at me. Again. I gave him a good glare and continued to sulk for the rest of the day.
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I? My name is Prince Zerach VIII of the Kingdom of Sirius. Yah, I'm the eighth, don't laugh! You'd think they'd be smart enough to think of other names instead of using one for eight times. Oh, yeah, I'm 17. In our kingdom, one is legally an adult at 17, and since I'm my father's favorite son, he made me heir to the throne instead of my eldest brother, Prince Sych of the Kingdom of Sirius, who is currently 29 years old. He was pretty steamed about it, mainly 'coz as the eldest son, it was expected for him to be the heir, not me. But actually in our laws it's allowed for the king to choose his heir, so it does not have to necessarily mean the eldest one is automatically king. As you might have noticed, I don't like Sych much, either. He's a conceited jerk. Though girls usually find him handsome and perfect. Well, that's almost always the case in princes, anyway. Sych, even being the eldest son, is not my full brother but my half brother. I did some investigation myself, and I learned that he was born due to an accident that happened one night when my father was drunk. My father loved him and his mother still, but his mother died at when he was three. I wasn't born then. I even feel sorta sorry for him (but when he picks on me that quickly disappears). Now my father has many concubines and I have many siblings but my mother is currently the official queen. Am I confusing you?
Being the heir has many advantages, girls drooling over you (not that I like it much), for instance. It also has it'd disadvantages, though, like these damn boring meetings. I was just appointed heir two months ago and now I've attended at least three 'diplomatic negotiations' with King Tristan. We always travel for a long time, though. It's just stupid, you know, traveling for two weeks (at least) when we can just get a warp and be there in a few seconds. My father says he enjoys the journey. What's enjoying about it, I don't wouldn't know. Being in a stuffy carriage all day long is not my idea of fun. WHY I have to stay with him, I wouldn't know, either. He always says "for experience" when I ask that question. But I still don't get what kind of "experience" he meant. What will I learn from going to diplomatic meetings I don't even listen to?
Anyway, back to reality. I'm starting to hate being the heir. I wish I could escape this somehow. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. Might be a bit reckless, though... Even so, it's a chance... Hmm, I'll think about it later. For now I'm just going to sleep.
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The two weeks passed uneventful. We reached Al De Baran. The moment our carriage entered the city, the people bowed and gave respect to us. After, all, we are the royal family. We entered the city. This city is beautiful with many buildings, and with a large population. The capital city, Betelgeuse, where our palace is located is bigger, prettier, and has a larger population than this though. The boring meeting, which often takes seven hours or more, is tomorrow, so we went to the inn and will be spending the night there.
The next day, we went to the meeting. We met King Tristan again. I bowed politely and acted like a good prince is supposed to act. King Tristan also had his heir with him, but I wasn't interested because he looked to be Sych's age already. My father and the King of the Kingdom of Rune Midgard talked about building alliances. Apparently, war is near. I wasn't listening, after all. I was formulating my plan. After all, if my plan succeeds, I won't have to worry about war as a prince.
Night came. I packed my bags quickly. I mustn't be seen. Tonight is my only chance to escape. Of course, I was planning to come back after a LONG time, but I have to go now. We're coming back to Betelgeuse tomorrow. I can't afford to lose my chance. Hey, have you guessed my plan? You probably have. I'm going to run away.
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A/N: is it bad? is it good? please write me a review. even flames are gladly accepted (rolls right off yours truly). hey, this idea popped into my sleepy mind and i wrote it. dunno what's gonna happen... /gg hehehe... please review me so i can improve myself...
P.S. I modified this chapter and added in some of the suggestions of Arethusa Fellini. Thanks a lot, it really helped! /no1
Disclaimer: Ragnarok will never be mine. *sob*
Summary: This story is about the prince of a different kingdom than Rune Midgard, who ran away from his country and ended up in Prontera. There he meets a couple of friends. But suddenly someone is after his life! What will happen?
Chapter ONE
"Master Zerach, the king is waiting for you in his carriage. He says that the two of you have to reach Al De Baran in two weeks for that diplomatic negotiation with the King Tristan III of the Kingdom of Rune Midgard, and you have to leave the palace now." Gareth, my trusted personal servant, told me. Damn, I have to go to one of my father's stupid boring meetings again! Argh. Why can't any of my brothers be the 'heir to the throne'?! Just because I'm his 'favorite' son doesn't mean I have to go through this suffering! I sighed loudly.
"I want to stay here in Betelgeuse! Besides, can't Sych go instead?! HE'S the eldest son!" I tried to worm my way out.
"Oh, but His Highness has already appointed you to be the next king, Master, so you will have to go with him to his diplomatic meetings. After all, you wouldn't want your brother to start being a snob and bully you if he instead becomes the heir?" Gareth replied smartly, eyes twinkling.
Oh, the bastard. How I want to hit him. HONESTLY, I mean, I like Gareth, but I hate it when he's always right! My father knew that Sych is a snob and if he became the heir, he would probably kick us out once our father died. I gave up and allowed Gareth to escort me to my father's pecopeco-drawn carriage. My father saw me sulking and said "You'll get used to it." with a hint of humor in his voice. My damn old man's laughing at me. Again. I gave him a good glare and continued to sulk for the rest of the day.
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I? My name is Prince Zerach VIII of the Kingdom of Sirius. Yah, I'm the eighth, don't laugh! You'd think they'd be smart enough to think of other names instead of using one for eight times. Oh, yeah, I'm 17. In our kingdom, one is legally an adult at 17, and since I'm my father's favorite son, he made me heir to the throne instead of my eldest brother, Prince Sych of the Kingdom of Sirius, who is currently 29 years old. He was pretty steamed about it, mainly 'coz as the eldest son, it was expected for him to be the heir, not me. But actually in our laws it's allowed for the king to choose his heir, so it does not have to necessarily mean the eldest one is automatically king. As you might have noticed, I don't like Sych much, either. He's a conceited jerk. Though girls usually find him handsome and perfect. Well, that's almost always the case in princes, anyway. Sych, even being the eldest son, is not my full brother but my half brother. I did some investigation myself, and I learned that he was born due to an accident that happened one night when my father was drunk. My father loved him and his mother still, but his mother died at when he was three. I wasn't born then. I even feel sorta sorry for him (but when he picks on me that quickly disappears). Now my father has many concubines and I have many siblings but my mother is currently the official queen. Am I confusing you?
Being the heir has many advantages, girls drooling over you (not that I like it much), for instance. It also has it'd disadvantages, though, like these damn boring meetings. I was just appointed heir two months ago and now I've attended at least three 'diplomatic negotiations' with King Tristan. We always travel for a long time, though. It's just stupid, you know, traveling for two weeks (at least) when we can just get a warp and be there in a few seconds. My father says he enjoys the journey. What's enjoying about it, I don't wouldn't know. Being in a stuffy carriage all day long is not my idea of fun. WHY I have to stay with him, I wouldn't know, either. He always says "for experience" when I ask that question. But I still don't get what kind of "experience" he meant. What will I learn from going to diplomatic meetings I don't even listen to?
Anyway, back to reality. I'm starting to hate being the heir. I wish I could escape this somehow. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. Might be a bit reckless, though... Even so, it's a chance... Hmm, I'll think about it later. For now I'm just going to sleep.
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The two weeks passed uneventful. We reached Al De Baran. The moment our carriage entered the city, the people bowed and gave respect to us. After, all, we are the royal family. We entered the city. This city is beautiful with many buildings, and with a large population. The capital city, Betelgeuse, where our palace is located is bigger, prettier, and has a larger population than this though. The boring meeting, which often takes seven hours or more, is tomorrow, so we went to the inn and will be spending the night there.
The next day, we went to the meeting. We met King Tristan again. I bowed politely and acted like a good prince is supposed to act. King Tristan also had his heir with him, but I wasn't interested because he looked to be Sych's age already. My father and the King of the Kingdom of Rune Midgard talked about building alliances. Apparently, war is near. I wasn't listening, after all. I was formulating my plan. After all, if my plan succeeds, I won't have to worry about war as a prince.
Night came. I packed my bags quickly. I mustn't be seen. Tonight is my only chance to escape. Of course, I was planning to come back after a LONG time, but I have to go now. We're coming back to Betelgeuse tomorrow. I can't afford to lose my chance. Hey, have you guessed my plan? You probably have. I'm going to run away.
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A/N: is it bad? is it good? please write me a review. even flames are gladly accepted (rolls right off yours truly). hey, this idea popped into my sleepy mind and i wrote it. dunno what's gonna happen... /gg hehehe... please review me so i can improve myself...
P.S. I modified this chapter and added in some of the suggestions of Arethusa Fellini. Thanks a lot, it really helped! /no1