The Drunk Prince

"Beautiful day is it my sister Guinevere," said Lancelot as he sat next to his sister who's quietly spectating the lavish celebration for Lancelot.

"Oh come on Lancelot. Nothing that you did suprises me. Nothing but your over fondness for yourself"

"My sweet sister, How can I not be fond of myself when I know that none in this kingdom is better than me. I am handsome, I am skillful , I am toned, I am lovable and lastly I am to crowned be King."

"Not until our Father retires or dies idiot."

Lancelot grew so much into his looks. He became too much drunk with his appeal and cheer for him. No one refuses him charm and charisma whilst he ask it. There are times Lancelot would whistle and girls run to aid him of anything he wishes. Lancelot thought too much of himself. He made the idea that none in the world would refuse him of anything he wishes. That is how he was raised by his ever-loving mother and push-over father.

It is as though given that Lancelot took the hearts of all but one women in the Kingdom, he haven't ever tried to be truly in love. For him, women are meant to pleasure him. He treated them with awful disrespect by showing fake affection and promising them his heart. But after numerous sexual encounters, he would leave them and search for another girl as victim.

Guinevere actually finds it strange that women never felt angry with how they were treated by Lancelot. They would always say "who am I to be mad at him. He's like an angel. A gift from heaven."

"Why don't you look for the glory you've been finding elsewhere but here?"

"Oh sister, there could be no greater glory than to be famed and cheered by our own people"

"Hah Lancelot. What good could that bring you? You haven't even slain a real enemy. For all I know, the only one you can defeat is your sparring partner Benny."

"Are you suggesting an expedition outside the wall?"

"There is a rumor that a war has begun and the evil Dark Queen is leading it. I raised this concern to father but he seem to disregard it. Oh Brother I only fear what is to come to our kingdom."

"Wait. Why would we mingle in such a war that we are not part of? I recall no business with the outside creatures, why would they bother us now?"

"Lancelot, the Dark Queen wants total domination over the Land of Dawn. She cannot truly proclaim victory had she not laid waste to our kingdom. I say, we strike even before she plan an attack towards us."

"And you want me to lead the attack?"

"Well I wanna make sure a hundred percent success. Besides, there could be no better knight that yourself right?"

"Well I suppose that's true, Fine I'll arrange an expedition tomorrow night. I'll ask Father for blessing. For now, we celebrate"

Guinevere fainted a smile in her lip. She knew that Lancelot would not make it. She knew that Vexana would easily kill the young boast of a prince. All the more, though Lancelot is to die in her hands, he would weaken the queen enough for Guinevere to execute her own plan of attack.

Behind their backs, Guinevere has been training to use her magic. She meets Nana on secret passages not just to chat. Nana helps Guinevere reveal her true power. For a long time, Guinevere managed to discover new ways to inflict pain and damage using her power. She created energy orbs that drastically damages her enemy that she has tested one time Guinevere has faced a small group of Orcs.

During her practice, she notice a small pack of Orcs scouting the outside of the Castle. Instead of telling the guards, Guinevere saw this as an opportunity to test her skills over real enemies. She hid in a bush and silently wait of the perfect time to attack. When the orcs are about to turn around, Guinevere jump into them and used her magic thump to knock them down. But these orcs are vicious ones. They are not easily stunned. Some of them immediately grabbed their weapon and charged at Guinevere so she unleashed her Violet Requiem knocking all of them down. Guinevere thought she had killed all the orcs, what she failed to see is that one orc remained hidden watching as she busted them out.

The day went fondly much for Lancelot. Ale is flooding the kingdom and Lancelot and his friends are all drunk. Lancelot loves drinking a lot. Though not so immune to alcohol, Lancelot and his other knight friends would always jump from pub to pub emptying barrels of Ale and rigorously collecting ladies. That has been Lancelot's life for years. He would spend the day fencing with Benny. most often than not, he would visit the Kingdom chamber to see what his father is doing, he would visit pay visit to the ladies waiting for him to look out of his terrace, then at night, he would drink a lot and sleep with the last woman he is with that night.

Since today is a celebration of Lancelot, he and his friends made an extra drinking. He discovered a whole new level of drunkness and found himself carving his name in a boar's belly.

His night is just about to start. He and his friends took a trip to the underground passage and found themselves in a lake quite far from the walls of the kingdom. They were laughing and cheering as all of them are too drunk to think that they have disturbed whatever is residing on wherever they are. Lancelot and his friends decided to take a dip into the water so they all jumped in and stomp to the cold lake.

Their cheer and laughter was broken when Lancelot and his friends heard a soft hum of sweet lullaby. Lancelot immediately felt something amazing in his chest as he listen to the song. The sweet hum felt like cold breeze in Lancelot's ears that makes him want to fall asleep but he resisted. Strangely, obly Lancelot seems to enjoy the sweet lullaby. All his friends struggled to get out of the water and cover their ears. Lancelot saw them crawling desperately out of the water and trying to cover their ears.

When the sweet hum slowly faded, his friends although hesitant to touch the water again, tried to look for Lancelot as he mysteriously disappeared into the water. They were forces to return to the castle without him.

"who are you?" said silently by Lancelot as he slowly open his eyes. He found himself lying on the banks of the lake. His sight went blurred and his head went really painful with the hangover. As he open his eyes, he saw a shadow of a lady looking at him. She has long hair and silver crown. Even though Lancelot can't clearly see, Lancelot noticed the beautiful face of the lady. As the morning sun rise, it reavealed her skin which is like porcelain, her cheeks are blushing and her lovely lips and so red that Lancelot could imagine she kissed a red rose.

The lady did not responded. Instead, as Lancelot blink, the lady disappeared and left him resting in the lake. It felt quiet and peaceful that Lancelot's eyes got heavier each blink. He's still waiting for the sweet hum of lullaby but everywhere went really silent. Not even the splash of water does ring in the lake. Even the crickets seemed silenced during that time.

Lancelot still can't forget the lady by the lake. Her sweet voice makes Lancelot find a whole new level of calmness. Her hair falls like liquid gold in Lancelot's face and its tips tickles his cheeks make him glance a smirk. Her swan wings diadem radiates the morning sun which kind'a hurts his eyes but he still manages to take a look at her sweet but subtle smile. Her face wears a look that he has not seen in any of the women in the kingdom. And Finally, her skin felt like cold water touching his tiresome body. If only Lancelot could stay awake quite longer, he would not be tired of looking for that beautiful face but there's something different with this lady. Her aura seem to lure him into sleep. He tried hard to stay awake and find her so he could talk to her this time but she seem to be gone, until she hummed again. This time, the hum sounded like a swimming mermaid. It felt so intoxicating into Lancelot's ears that he can no longer feel a thing except his urge to sleep. He let the sweet hum fill his ears until he dosed off.