#13
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by bittersweetchocolate » Mon Jun 17, 2013 9:53 pm
My ideal prince would be third in line to the throne of a small, secluded kingdom hidden away in the mountains nearby a valley of wyverns. Gifted at taming animals, he'd be the first out of his siblings to secure a wyvern as both companion and steed, but would be the last to realize his magical abilities, of which he would have a low proficiency for. He'd be the least interested in politics and warfare among his family, often sneaking out of his history lessons and combat practices to mingle about with the kingdom's citizens (or, more specifically, to pester his friends, a baker's skittish son and a blacksmith's blunt daughter, into wacky misadventures that usually involved an obscene amount of pastries being devoured) or take a merry stroll along the vast wilderness surrounding his kingdom, accompanied by his wyvern or whatever animal companion he'd managed to tame that day.
On one of his strolls, he'd find me sobbing and screaming bloody murder as I tried to get away from what I perceived to be a vicious, bloodthirsty beast but what was, in reality, a completely harmless, albeit unfortunate-looking, small animal. Alarmed and a bit amused by the sight, he'd "rescue" me from the creature, calm me down to the point where I was no longer a sobbing and screaming wreck, argue with me once I accused him of being part of a terrible dream, listen to me babble about where I came from, curiously examine my cellphone, and then, after a lot of goading and a promise from him to send me back home, he'd take me back to his kingdom and shelter me in one of his friends' houses, after explaining to them the situation and convincing (i.e. guilt-tripping) them into taking me in. And as the days went on and on, I'd eventually find myself apprenticing at his friend's bakery business, getting entangled into several of his wacky misadventures, and, to my bafflement, becoming closer and closer friends with him, all the while never realizing he was a prince of the kingdom.
And the more and more we got closer, the more and more he'd hesitate on seeking a way to send me back home.