1 Chapter 1.The Royal Order

Days like this seem to drag on eternally. Never really waxing or waning, but stagnant in the waves of empty boredom. What can you expect when you are a royal? Even the glamorous life we lead becomes mundane and meaningless. There is nothing worse than an existance with out meaning and I feel as if I am condemned to live one.

My day begins with the same old routine, the help wakes me with the smell of tea and biscuits. They have to practically drag me out of bed. I am not a morning person, never have never will be. I hear the pleading voice of my butler say "Young master you mustn't do this anymore. You are no longer a little boy!" What can I tell you, some things you can never quite grow out of.

I then attended breakfast with my family, honestly a little more than a bothersome formality at this point. Im greeted by the piercing judgmental eyes of my mother, a monster of a woman if I care to say. The empty gaze of my father, that man has never cared for me or my upbringing. I owe who I am to Rupert, the butler given to me since i was a lad. I honestly hate playing family with them but it gets worse from here.

My brother, younger by eleven years, which sounds nice but honestly I never wanted to be an older brother I just wanted a friend. But i got him, eleven years old this year, what am I to do with that? I want someone who I can relate to, someone I can talk to about my problems. I do not want to teach someone how to tie there shoes or help with school work. Even if I did, my mother would see to it that I was kept away from him. She thinks I am poisonous to a young mind. Just beacuse I refuse to conform to her every whim. Is that so bad, a boy who refuses to be puppetted by his mother? It is as if she wants to live my life for me, with all that she expects of me.

I digress, after we are done with the forced formalities, I excuse my self from the table and I'm off. To parliament, oh how boring do you think that is? Well take that and multiply it by the excrusiating boredom that only souls in purgatory know. Because not only is it boring, I do not (And I can not stress this enough) do anything! Yes my job is purely of a spectator! I am for lack of better works, one of the highest members of the royal family. No my father is not the king, that would be too good. I am the seventh prince of the royal family in line to be king. Seventh, for the love of redundancy, I will not be king even if I lived seven life times. Safe to say in the royal family I am not thought much of. Since I am last in line to the throne I have been stuck with the job the worst job. A member of the highest circle of the direct royal family who has been sent on behalf of his majesty the king. Has to be sat in front of parliament for them to be in session. And That said family member has to be there for them to legally pass anything into law. Do I have a say in anything? No that would be far too much power to give to the seventh prince of anything. All I do is show up, take a seat before them as if I was the king. All while having no say or political power. It is all for show! The worst is, I was schooled in everything from mathematics to economics. So this job does nothing for me or my abilities.

So I sit there, yet again another day, up on display for all to see like some sort of royal side show. How ever could I kill the boredom that beset me once again. A book perhaps, no I have grown tired of reading months ago. How about I look out into the members of parliament and listen to them? I had grown tired of listening to there squabbles, such horror stories I could tell about them. The stupidity the cursing, the childish fits they throw. I knew if I could step in, I could set them straight. If only I where king, well that is not a thought I ever had till I came here. I never thought I could even become king, well not with out unwholesome means. And I am not that ambitious. No, I felt as if I almost made peace with my fate. Almost I do say.

The doors slammed open, he came in, a curly red haired brat, no older than eighteen i might say. Straight at me he walked, as if he wanted something. I was shocked, would no one stop him? Oh I forgot I am nothing more than a stand in for the king. I have not even a set of gaurds posted next to the throne. "Prince Alidon Dramon, come with me now!" he barked as he approached. "Who are you to be talking to the seventh prince like that!" Rupert's voice echoed with anger right beside me. The brat said in a calm voice "I am here on matters concerning the royal family." Rupert stared daggers into him, crossed his arms and he jestured for him to lead the way. My lanky butler mouthed the words "Be careful." to me as he passed.

We fallowed the brat at a brisk pace out of the room and into more private chambers across the hall.

He spoke in a hushed voice "There's been an attempt on his majesty's life, we suspect a coup d'etat. There is a chance they may go after the direct successors to the throne. And I am here on behalf of his majesty to keep you safe. I beg you my prince do not leave my side." I looked him up and down, "A brat like you? You make me laugh, who in there right mind would send a kid? Oh that reminds me of how important they think I am at the palace. Tell his majesty thank you but no thank you. Leave my sight." I let out a wicked laugh and i walked away, Rupert apologized for my rude behavior but I kept walking. Back to work, this was fun while it lasted almost exciting I would say if not for the comedy of it all. I turned to laugh once more, then suddenly I heard foot steps fast and coming at me. So fast I did not even have time to turn back to face my attacker. I felt my body hit the ground and the weight of my attacker fall with me. "Oh no this is it!" I thought to my self. But nothing came, I rolled on my side to face my attacker and to my surprise I see the brat. With a knife plunged into that other man's chest. I slip out from under him and his lifeless body falls to the ground. Rupert rushes to my side screaming "Young master are you alright! Are you hurt, I'm sorry i couldnt do anything he was so fast." "Was Rupert crying" I thought to my self I looked to see tears on his face "There is no need to cry I am okay it will all be okay."

I turned to my savior and said "Well done, I guess I am in need of a brat after all." He smiled and said "Yes my prince I am your sword." Well I'll be, things are starting to get exciting after all.