Love, War, and Time
Chapter 2: The Vizier's plan
The Prince rose early as he usually would and went to his Father chamber seeing that he was strapping on his sword. "I don't see why you carry that around if we are here as guests." Prince said shutting the door and folding his arm. "That my be so, my son, but I am King and I am to show my rank." He smiled. "At least the Princess isn't such a viper to you as she is to me." He sighed. "Women are supposed to be like that, it is what attracts us to them." He joked. Prince rolled his eyes. "I'd rather have the quiet cleaning kind."
"Come, we have to at least eat for strength and go to the markets and get our provisions." The King said putting a fatherly hand on the Prince's shoulder. The Prince smiled and they walked from the palace and into the market that was crowed with people and vendors selling bread, animals, beautiful cloths, etc. Prince looking to a yellow cloth that reminded him of the Princess and so he looked away still feeling the dislike in her manners. Yet he found he thought her extremely beautiful even though he only saw her face in a frowned.
Sharaman smiled to the people who bowed in respect as he selected their provisions with his son loyally trailing behind him. "Son, this is such a wonder kingdom, it almost reminds me of home, what do you say?" He smiled putting his strong hand on his son's shoulder. Prince smiled back. "Yes Father, it does." He answered and then looked away. "I see you wish to explore." The Persia King smiled. Prince chuckled. "Does it seem that obvious?" He said. His Father nodded. "Go ahead, I'll see you when you've had your fill of the sites." He said and pushing his son forward.
Prince ran off back to the palace wanting to start there.
Farah was in the Garden that morning with her Father shooting arrows. He sat and watched his daughter . "Your getting better and better every time, Your almost as good as your mother." He smiled. Farah scoffed. "Mother was a prodigy, I'll be lucky to hit a target 100 yards away." Farah reached for two arrows and readied her bow pulling back the taunt wire. She closed one eye and aimed for the target that was a ways away. Farah let go and the arrows found there target. "Perfect , my dear." He said delighted clapping his hands. "Father we must talk of the Vizier." Farah sighed sitting with her Father on the stone bench. "The Royal Vizier?" He said puzzled. Farah adjusted her black shawl that went around her neck loosely.
She was wearing a black lien dress that she got imported. It hugged her curves and hung off her shoulder. Her hair was in a elegant bun with two strands of her hair hanging at her face giving her a elegant mysterious look. "Yes, Father. For the past couple of nights he has been sneaking about in a room whilst I am on the balcony, he says his intention are innocent but I have a terrible feeling that he is looking for something of mine." She said. "Sneaking? Farah why is everything wrong? If it's not the Persian's it's our very own Vizier. What is the matter? Am I not running my kingdom correctly." He said. "Father please, I just have a terrible feeling his up to something." Farah answered softly. "Daughter, be at ease. I'll make sure everything is okay. Now run along." He smiled. Farah stood and kiss her father's cheek and walked away.
'The Vizier is up to something' She thought. 'I'll have to find out myself.'
The Prince finished walking around most of the palace except for the princesses chamber, so he headed down to the throne room and looked to the ceiling that sparkled. Prince smiled to himself and looked to the throne and then he heard a group of men laughing coming into the throne room. The Prince look to the pillar to his left and he ran and jumped on it climbing up and pulling himself on a small ledge out of side. "Damn wench!" The Vizier said again with a sigh. "Sir, what is your plan we have to be quiet I think the Princess is coming." Said a tall man with a shaven head. "Very well, I intend to give you power, and immortality. There is a dagger of time that promises power, a dagger of time. The Princess has a medallion that has power to protect you from the power of time," He paused.
"Why do you need to be protected?" One asked. "I'm intend to steal the medallion and kill the princess while the Persian's are here and the murder of the princess will be put on the Persians starting a war and then I'll open the sands and I'll have an army. An immortal army. You won't have to sleep, eat, or die. Your strength will be increased and you'll answer to no one but me. The only way you can die is by the bland of the dagger, but I need the medallion so that I may learn how to use the power and make myself. . . . a God." The Vizier grinned and they bowed. "But you must hurry, that bitch should be back soon, I'll try to get the medallion tonight she can't hold onto it forever." He said.
The Vizier and his minions faded from the room. Prince gripped the stone hearing the plan the Vizier revealed. He looked down seeing that everything was silent. He jumped down and rolled to his feet he looked around with his hand to his sword. 'The Vizier is a traitor.' He thought to himself looking to the marble floor. 'His going to kill the Princess.'
Prince turned and race out the throne room and then he felt a hand grab his shoulder and he faced the Vizier. "The Prince of Persia, so wonderful to see you. Might I ask what were doing in to the throne?" He said darkly. "I was in the kitchen getting a drink." Prince said calmly. The Vizier removed his hand looking to him. "Is that a crime?" He said raising an eyebrow. The Vizier smiled and bowed. "Now not at all."
The Prince walked away feeling his adrenaline pumping and his mind battling with the question on telling the Princess. 'No, I can't possible, the mere sight of me makes her turn into a viper.' He thought and turned the corner away from the Vizier's watching eyes. He ran up the stairs and down to his father quarters. He opened the door and saw that he father wasn't back. He turned and he bumped up into Farah. She fell over and he caught her by her waist almost as if he was dipping her.
"Oh!" She said surprised seeing who is was. The Prince could feel his hand's burning. "Do you often run into people." She said lifting herself. The Prince backed with his hand tingling. "No, actually I'm quiet graceful. But your Vizier has a habit of sneaking up on people." He said folding his arms. Farah scoffed and they both unconsciously began walking together. "Oh really he seems to do that a lot more often now, and where, pray tell, are you going?" She asked noticing he was following her. "Only where the Princess goes." He teased.
"Your very flattering, Prince." Farah said smiled slightly. Prince smiled back feeling that this time her true beauty was showing. "I've been told." He said. Farah cleared her throat, "Well you can count this as the only conversation where I won't insult you." She said. Prince bowed. "It was an honor, Princess Farah." He said with their eyes locked and he slowly walked the other way. Prince grinned feeling his heart slowly down somewhat talking with her and then speed up looking into her beautiful brown eyes.
He admitted to himself that she was surprisingly beautiful and a smile suited her best. But what was he supposed to do about the Vizier's plan? He couldn't just let him kill her. No, he had to do something and he knew what he could only do to protect her.
Well, I hope this chapter is better then the first one. I'm feeling a little timid about writing this but tell me what you think. Thanks for the reviews. I'll update ASAP.
Peace.
Sakura123
