Royal Mishaps
Here it is, loyal readers (assuming that you haven't been cheating on me and reading other Phil centred fic. But you haven't, have you?). This is the sequel to Prince Charming, a pretty decent fic that is all about how Phil first met his wife, the hot-tempered, moody Naga.
Hopefully, this story will be updated just as quickly and will be just as easy and fun to write. I know I will enjoy writing more about Phil's family. Reading and Reviewing would be great as always.
Eldoran sat in one of the plush chairs that surrounded the large, rectangular table. His eyes kept coming back to the piece of paper that laid innocently besides his cup of tea. The aroma from the strong tea usually relaxed him, but nothing could calm him down right now. After a moment, the wizened kind stood up and made his way unsteadily to the large window.
He looked over the city he had done his best to lead and protect. Grimly, he tried to recall when he wasn't burdened with responsibility, and failed. Ever since Eldoran had been born, everyone expected great things from him. His father, though not cruel or mean in any real way, had been too wrapped up with his duty to pay much attention to him when he was young.
The King sighed and touched his furrowed brows. He traced the wrinkles (wrinkles that had been there for so long he hardly noticed anymore), then his bushy brows that his sons had inherited along with his strong face. His eldest son, the main reason for his worry, was out somewhere. And if something happened to Phil…
Ever since his first child had been born, Eldoran had always prided himself for being a better father than his own. He did his best to listen to their problems, give them everything they wanted and needed and tried to raise them right. Especially Phil. Phil, who reminded him so much of himself, was whom he had placed his highest hopes in.
He loved his other children, but Phil was always his favourite. He was the only one who had his mothers eyes, and his father's tan skin and dark hair. No matter what, the first born prince was always cheerful, even after his mother had died. He was respectful and always listened to his elders, something most people his age rarely did. Phil, everyone was sure, would make an excellent king and his father couldn't be prouder.
His sons would have the best he could give them, a good father, and be able to make decisions for themselves. Right now, young Randy (who had inheritedhis mother's lovely sandy hair) was studying at the large cathedral and his older brother was probably talking either with his lady friend or one of his friends. And Phil…God knew where Phil was or whom he was with. His eldest son was strong, very strong, but naive. It would be easy for someone to trick him into doing something 'unjust.'
Despite himself, Eldoran smiled. His late wife had read her sons too many bed time stories. He suddenly felt nostalgic for an ealier time. The king could remember watching little Phillionel run around in a cape, chasing his younger brother around and playing Warriors of Justice. Randy had just been a little baby then and Phil always loved to take care of him, something Christopher despised.
He missed his wife and eldest son terribly. This whole week was turning out to be one of the worst he could remember. His dear son leaves and then this letter arrives…
Eldoran knew he could never force any of his children to do anything. Instead of ordering them, he'd either coax or bribe them to do something. Even when they were little and refused to eat their vegetables, his wife Gracia would be the one to order them to eat all of their dinner.
The old king hoped Phil was safe and having the time of his life. The reason he'd been discussing marriage with his boys was laying innocently on his expensive table. His hands clenched. No, his dear son wasn't going to marry someone he had never met.
She toyed with the garish necklace she had forced Phil to buy her yesterday in the town market. He had said it was too ugly for such a beautiful woman (Naga smirked), but the slightly shorter woman had insisted upon it. Something about the way the white skull was offset by the black and red stones had caught her eye.
Naga rolled onto her back and looking at the ceiling, her eyes tracing the cracks. She was already getting tired of staying in cheap inns and eating in crappy restaurants. As soon as they reached Saillune, Phil was going to buy her a great, four star meal and then…
The tall woman frowned. What would they do then? She didn't want to leave Phil and Phil certainly didn't want her to leave. But their relationship was too delicate to say this aloud. Maybe she could get a job as a royal bodyguard? Then they could still see each other, and she'd get a decent wage. Naga smiled. Yes, that indeed would be perfect.
Naga wondered if Phil was awake and if she could pester him into getting a late night snack or drink. A little wine would help her fall asleep. She'd even be willing to deal with his disapproving looks and loud speeches on the evils of alcohol if it meant that she could continue to live on Phil's dollar.
An evil grin spread across her face. Phil should never have shown her his family's crest on that dagger he had. A sudden thought popped into her head. Where had Phil gotten that thing? He was against all weapon on general principle, so why was he okay with the dagger? There was so little she knew about her new friend. In the morning, she thought drowsily. I'll ask him a butt load of questions about all that stuff in the morning.
Meanwhile in the room across the seedy hall from Naga, a pacing prince was deep in his own thoughts. Those newspapers couldn't be right. Heglance at the pile of paper that was stack untidily on the desk and walked over to the stained and wobbly desk. Unable to help himself, Phil looked over them again, re-reading the articles he had already memorized.
They were all about Saillune. Every time he and hisself-appointed body guard stayed in a village, Phil would buy and read the newspapers, looking for news about his hometown. There hadn't been any at first, something that relieved and disappointed the burly man, but then news about Dils trying to make ties with Saillune began. And something about a royal wedding. That part bothered Phil as the articles were always vague and offered few names.
A royal wedding. Who could be getting married? Someone from the counsel or was his own family involved?
Christopher? But Christ said he'd never marry (his father had laughed heartily at this announcement and told his sons that he'd declared the same thing at their age). Certainly not his little brother Randy, who was barely a teenager. And his father would never remarry, not after Gracia.
And he was sure they weren't talking about him. Naga had no connection to Dils and wasn't royalty. She had even told him so after Phil had tried to pry information about her past out of her during one evening.Probably just one of the counsel members' children. Or maybe it was all a big rumour. Phil did his best to comfort himself as he tried to drift to sleep.
As he laid there in his rented, creaky bed, the big man recalled how his father had been discussing marriage and relationships. Could that have something to do with all this?
His mind still buzzing with questions, Phil managed to fall into a light sleep.