Hi, first of all, english isn't my first language, as a lot of you are already aware, so sorry in advance if my grammar isn't the best, I'll do my best though.
This is gonna be my first story in another language, so I'm excited. I've been pondering in post it for a while, and after long and tiring arguments with myself I've decided "just do it already!"
This is an adaptation, POP The sands of time is one of my favourite games, but this story is thought as a joke, so I hope not offend to anyone. Starring Henry Hart as The Prince, Charlotte Page as Farah and Dr Minyak as The Vizier...don't judge me, we are locked inside our houses, I can't go to work, gotta do something with so much time...
So, here it is, I hope all you like it n_n
If you spot some mistake, you're allowed to yell at me with capital letters, I'll bow humbly at your demands.
(Ejem... I know that I have others fics from this fandom and others to finish but shhh :v)
Summary: A little glimpse changed the course of events...or the prince was just bored.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I'm poor.
Let's go!
The Prince was bored.
Of course, he was excited and eager for what would be his first battle beside his father, the best opportunity to prove himself to him, and he was planning on get the best trophy to show the great King Jacob of Swellview how worthy he was of being his son.
But for that to happen, they had to wait for the signal, then invade the city, get inside the palace and just then he would be able to put his hands on the many treasures waiting for him inside the Maharajah's vaults...
It was a great plan...that they were going to put into operation...the next day.
Until then, he had to keep waiting, and he would have to wait for hours.
So, yeah, he was bored and impatient.
There was something about him that his sister, mother, father and his father' servants at their palace knew very well about him. It was how...difficult to deal with... he became whenever he was feeling like that.
That is how he had learnt to run on walls and climb poles.
Look, he was young and energetic, he had a lot of energy pumping through his body, pulsing under his skin, ready to burst at any moment.
All of that made him unable to sit or stay still for a long period of time.
So, to summarize...
He was doomed to stay inside a tent till his father call for him to get ready to battle. He couldn't even pass the time sparring with his father's army soldiers because they were afraid of injure the heir to the crown...or that was their excuse, he was sure they were just ashamed that a twenty-one years old lad that hadn't taken part in any battle was able to defeat each one of them in a sparring session.
So, he was bored, impatient and alone.
It was a good reason to go out for a little adventure, right?
After have put on his whole gear, the young prince peered out of his tent at the soldiers guarding the entrance. His father said that it was for his protection. Bah! He was skilled enough to defeat a whole bunch of attackers by himself. That was just an excuse of his father to keep an eye on his 'troublemaker firstborn'... He had good reason to do it, he'll give him that.
The men were talking among themselves about stuff he didn't care at all, but their conversation was enough to keep them distracted as he sneaked out of his tent and towards the thickness of the jungle surrounding them.
Though he often sneaked out of the palace to roam the narrow streets of his city, he wasn't allowed to leave it at all. He respected that, it was for his own safety. The prince was smart enough to know that while he could walk through the city with some semblance of safety, he was well aware that his father had many enemies outside. Enemies that would love to get a blade through the young heir's stomach, or slice his throat...
So, bloodthirsty enemies a side, any opportunity to see a new environment was welcomed by the prince.
He doubted that there were enemies prowling the thick jungle, so once he was far enough away from the camp, he let his guard down a bit and set about enjoying the beauty that surrounded him.
His father had planted a beautiful garden around the palace as a gift for his mother and his people, but although it was colorful and beautiful, it couldn't be compared to the jungle that surrounded him at the time. Besides, walk through the dark green greenery felt more freeing than walk through a garden surrounded by tall stone walls.
The prince started to climb branches, jump from tree to tree, roll over protuding roots and swing on lianas. He felt so much joy and was having so much fun with something like that that he wanted to scream in happiness, but he suppresed his desires.
It wouldn't be wise to send a false alarm to the soldiers and get scolded by his father.
So he kept quiet but with a huge grin on his face.
He had been so entranced with his newfound freedom that he he didn't realize how far away from the camp he had gone.
That's it, 'till he found himself face to face with an interesting stone wall.
Okay, something told him that if they were about to attack a city, this must be part of the city. Now, the attack was supposed to be a surprise for the inhabitants, and in order for the attack to stay a surprise, no one was supposed to know about it. So, he should turn around and run back towards the camp before someone saw him and sent the alarm to the city sentinels and blew up their plans. He should stop thinking about climbing the wall up and see what was expecting for him on the other side. He should return to his tent and wait inside it as the good, obedient son he was. He shouldn't listen to that tiny treacherous voice in his head that tried to tempt him into throw carefulness aside and investigate more...
He pressed his lips, his back already against the wall, ready to return to his camp. He lited his foot to take the first step when...
I could gather intel...
The thought came out of nowhere but he welcomed it anyway.
Yes...yes, it was a good idea. His father had told him the whole plan, or that he had assured him, so he had a good idea of how they were going to procede in the attack.
But he had concerns about their 'ally'.
He hadn't seen the man but he knew that he was part of the Maharajah's inner circle, a close friend. Now, he didn't like to judge people and he wasn't a seasoned negotiator but, wasn't a bit dangerous to trust a man that was about to betray his master for some shiny trinket?
He couldn't go to his father about this because that would be seen like a lack of respect for his father and king, like questioning his authority and mocking his common sense and intelligence (though his army's general, Raymond, or Ray as the prince called him, did it almost daily and was still alive). However, he had now the opportunity to gather intel about the enemy they were about to face. He could study the city layout and enssure that his ally wouldn't be guiding them to a trap.
He will be assisting his father in taking the city with more than just a sword covered in blood.
That did it. The prince turned around again and lifted his eyes to get a better view of the wall.
It was really tall, so run up on it was out of the question. He would have to climb to a higher position to see beyond it.
He started to climb a tree and from one of its branches he jumped to another taller tree. From there he made his way toward a palm tree and slided up using the trunk to reach the top and perch himself on another tree's branch.
He thought that that height would suffice to see over the wall, so he took his eyes from the tree to look over the wall.
And he was rewarded with the most beautiful sight he would have ever seen.
For. The. Gods...
Did they attack the city without him already? Because he had found a worthy trophy he'd like to take with him.
For a split second he just stayed there, paralized and breathless, his eyes on the pretty young woman that was at the other side of the wall, behind thin silky curtains.
She had long, curly black hair, dark skin and a lovely figure. The woman was sat on a wooden bench, busy applying black makeup lines around her dark eyes, unaware of the pair of brown eyes on her, taking in her looks.
Who was this woman?
She had to be from a wealthy family, he could deduce it by the fine fabric of her clothes, the golden ornaments on her ears, legs and arms and the necklace hanging around her neck.
Okay, he could be a prince and dream about being the most respected and feared warrior and all that but, honestly, he was still a boy. He still liked pretty girls. Pretty girls like the one he was looking at that moment. So no one could judge him for being speechless and with a slightly silly smile as he watched enchanted how her delicate fingers worked perfectly alongside the brush in highlightening her eyes.
He kept watching how she styled her hair while humming a sweet melody till she was interrupted by a knock on her bedroom door and a word that froze him in an instant.
"Princess, are you ready?"
She put the beads for her hair on a wooden table and rised from her seat to go answer her door, but then, as if sensing his eyes on her, the young woman stopped and turned her head, looking towards where he was perched on the branch.
Now, the sun had started to set on the horizon and it was getting dark, besides he had been hidden behind thick leaves and branches, so she wouldn't have been able to spot him but the sudden movement from her part took him by surprise.
He gasped, suddenly feeling embarrased of being caught spying on her, like if he would have been caught sneaking out of his bedroom window by his mother. And, like that one time, he lost his footing, but not like that one time, his feet slipped out of the branch and he let go of his grip on the tree, plummeting to the ground.
Fortunately, the dozens of branches and greenery slowed his descense a bit. Unfortunately, he gained a lot of scratches, bruises and cuts from the experience.
At the last moment, he got hold of a branch and hung from it, swinging a bit. He tried to climb on it but he was too heavy for the branch to support him and after a loud crack, it broke.
The prince managed to fall flexing his knees to soften the blow.
Once safe on firm ground, the prince dusted his clothes, taking leaves and sticks out of his hair before fix it again because his hood had fallen back.
Then, he took his time to breath deeply because he had been spying on Bordertown princess and though he had heard how beautiful she was, he hadn't imagined how true that information had been.
At first, when his father had told him about his plans to attack the Maharajah and raid his city, he had been okay with that, not thinking too much in how cowardly and despicable that action was. But now, after have seen his daugther, he wasn't so sure of that.
You see, his mother had fed up with his behavement and had told him to get himself a wife and start taking his responsabilities more seriously. The thing was, none of the young women at his father's court had achieved to perk his curiosity, there had been a few fleting romances here and there but nothing serious, yet this girl had made him fall for her in a split second. And best of all, she was a princess, so if he wanted to ask her hand in marriage, the odds of accomplish that were in his favor. He wasn't just a prince but also he was going to inherit his father's kingdom, no less.
He was going to be a king. And he decided that that woman was going to become his queen.
Now, the only problem was that his father's army was about to attack his future father-in-law's city, that wouldn't be beneficial for his new goals at all.
He had to find a way to stop it!
If he didn't, he doubted that she would want to marry her people's killer.
But if he stept in and stopped the battle, that would look good for his reputation and would gain him points with her, right?
Quickly, he started his way back towards his camp.
And officially, the first chapter has finished, what do you all think? Let me know.
Also, remember, if you find mistakes, let me know and I'll edit them, I want to improve.
Hope that all of you are fine.
Thanks for reading!
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H. C.