"Udarld's Royal Secret"
The kingdom of Udarld was once peaceful, but as the latest king set his foot upon the throne, all hell broke loose within the state. The king was a tyrant at best, forcing his son and wife to watch as he slaughtered the citizens of his villages, letting the bandits do as they wished. Aiden, the son of the king, had turned twenty-seven and was annoyed by how unworthy his father was to be king. Trained by the knights of Udarld, Aiden had become one of the best within the kingdom, but his father shed no pride upon his son, barely ever looking in his direction. Aiden, with blonde locks that hung about his nose, and beautiful green eyes that women adore, got respect from all those who knew him, but not from his father, nor any of his father's advisors.
One day, while training, Aiden's mother came to watch her son. His rigorous exercises last two or three hours, but when his mother arrived, he finished them off in a half hour. She approached him calmly, her son soaked in sweat from his daily training.
"My son.. You have grown into a fine man. A man worthy of the throne." She said, smiling brightly at him.
"Thank you, mother. But father is no where near ending his rule." Came his muffled response, rubbing a towel upon his face.
"That can come about sooner than expected." Her bright smile faded to a look of seriousness.
"What do you mean?" His right eyebrow inched upward.
"Assassins do not cost as much as you'd think they do." With that statement, Aiden's eyes widened, and his mother made her leave from the training grounds.
Aiden stood there dumbstruck for a few moments, before tossing his towel aside and returning to his training exercises, his mind barely upon the tasks, making mistakes frequently. The day soon came to a close, and Aiden returned to the castle late into the night, climbing into bed tired from the all day practice. His eyes remained open as the words his mother spoke repeated over and over through his head. His eyelids soon became heavy and drooped, sleep finally overtaking the young prince.
The kingdom of Udarld was once peaceful, but as the latest king set his foot upon the throne, all hell broke loose within the state. The king was a tyrant at best, forcing his son and wife to watch as he slaughtered the citizens of his villages, letting the bandits do as they wished. Aiden, the son of the king, had turned twenty-seven and was annoyed by how unworthy his father was to be king. Trained by the knights of Udarld, Aiden had become one of the best within the kingdom, but his father shed no pride upon his son, barely ever looking in his direction. Aiden, with blonde locks that hung about his nose, and beautiful green eyes that women adore, got respect from all those who knew him, but not from his father, nor any of his father's advisors.
One day, while training, Aiden's mother came to watch her son. His rigorous exercises last two or three hours, but when his mother arrived, he finished them off in a half hour. She approached him calmly, her son soaked in sweat from his daily training.
"My son.. You have grown into a fine man. A man worthy of the throne." She said, smiling brightly at him.
"Thank you, mother. But father is no where near ending his rule." Came his muffled response, rubbing a towel upon his face.
"That can come about sooner than expected." Her bright smile faded to a look of seriousness.
"What do you mean?" His right eyebrow inched upward.
"Assassins do not cost as much as you'd think they do." With that statement, Aiden's eyes widened, and his mother made her leave from the training grounds.
Aiden stood there dumbstruck for a few moments, before tossing his towel aside and returning to his training exercises, his mind barely upon the tasks, making mistakes frequently. The day soon came to a close, and Aiden returned to the castle late into the night, climbing into bed tired from the all day practice. His eyes remained open as the words his mother spoke repeated over and over through his head. His eyelids soon became heavy and drooped, sleep finally overtaking the young prince.