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SLASH!!..
The sword from Zen,one of the royal guaryds,cut through Navir's flesh, but barely a hiss could be heard from him.
It was already sun-set and almost getting dark as Navir trained with his guards, but it seemed his mind was far from the training ground.
He wasn't focusing and, at this point,had already gained multiple blade cuts, which left his guards confusedly in awe because they could only ever dream of making a tear against Navir's attire whenever they trained, talk more of actually wounding him in a fight.
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Sweat drizzled down from Navir's forhead as he tried blocking an attack from Zen but failed, earning another cut.
His head was a mess, and pieces were scattered in every direction. Hismind kept playing the incident in the market and how he had foolishly walked away from his mate.
He had been feeling restless all week because he wanted to see her, and when he finally found her again,the only thing he could ask was for her name?.
He felt so stupid. The argument between himself and his beast was getting his mind even more confused.
SLASH!!!
He hissed slightly at the new cut he got from Zen, who halted his sword immediately after he injured his Highness.
"Your Highness,..are you okay?"
Dropping his shield, Zen asked.
Zaphron,who had been watching all this while, approached Navir, who instead snorted and readied himself for another fight with Zen, who immediately lowered his sword on Zaphron's order.
"Lift your sword"
Navir ordered.
"Your Highness, if you're not okay, we'll continue."
"I said lift your sword."
Navir seemed deaf to Zaphron, who was trying to convince him to take a break from practice for a while, seeing as he wasn't acting like himself.
Ever since they returned from patrol, Zaphron had no idea why, but Navir's mood seemed to have changed drastically.
Blowing out soft air from his mouth,Zen readied his sword while waiting for Navir to make the first attack, but when he didn't,he lunched his sword head first at Navir, who was quick to swerve to his right, avoiding another cut.
Zen tried attacking with the same strategy again, but Navir doged his attack, leading Zen to stagger at his miss. At this opportunity, Navir kicked him from behind, making him tumble to the ground, but immediately he realized the attack Navir was about pulling on him. He quickly rolled to his left, getting a small cut on his shoulder.
Zen's eyes bulged wide out as he watched Navir pull out his sword, which was pierced to the ground by his unfortunate miss, and lunch without a second tick.
Luckily for Zen,he was able to dodge another attack from Navir. His feet compressed back, and seeing as Navir was in the perfect position,he shot out his feet, pushing Navir back, and that split moment gave him a chance to lift his body off the ground, barely missing a stab from Navir, who attacked immediately.
Zaphron and the other guards who were watching didn't know whether to step in now or not because it seemed the way Navir fought at the moment wasn't that of practice, but if one thought otherwise,they would really think Navir was out to kill Zen.
They fought for a reasonable amount of time as their swords made clashing sounds against each other. Little dents of a quick yellow spark would be seen every now or then at each interval their swords made.
Giving Navir a kick to disable him for a second and using his shield,he plunged at him, and this was enough to knock Navir down.
Pants of heavy breath left Zen's lips; he looked tired, exhausted, and worn out.
Dropping his hands down,he frowned a little, seeing as Navir was still laying on the ground, and just when he approached with intentions to ask if his Highness was okay,he felt himself being pushed abruptly to the ground by Navir, who gave a sneak attack.
He was struggling out when he felt a cold metal press against his neck, and his body stilled.
Navir's gaze was intent and deeply staring into the knight who lay under the mercy of his sword at the moment. He could feel sweat drizzling down his forehead; his hair was completely disheveled, and little strands fell against Zen's face.
"Never,..ever..put your guard down in a fight."
Navir ordered while taking his sword off Zen, who breathed in relief immediately.
"Fix your defense strategy,..it's lagging.."
He said this while getting up.
"Training dismissed"
Passing his sword over to Zaphron,he walked off from the training ground.
His body drizzled with sweat all over, and he needed to take a bath.
Usually,the royal princes were bathed by personal maids in the castle, but Navir had never liked the idea of having a personal maid. Talk more about having them bathe him, so heading to his chamber,his hand made it to the hand-woven belt on his waist, unbuckling it, but stopped at a soft knock by his door, followed by an announcement by a maid of her presence, and with one order,she walked in.
Head down, bowing with eyes glued to the floor.
"Good evening, your Highness"
She greeted me with a long curtsey. Navir just kept undoing his belt but halted at her next words.
"His majesty has asked of your presence in the dining room, my prince."
She spoke, and after a while,the slit sound of his hand-woven belt was heard as he pulled it off his pants.
Taking his hands over his head,he pulled his shirt off, revealing nothing but an astonishing human body figure,drained with sweat, of course.
His hands made it down to his lower clothes, and just as he was about to pull them down,his head tilted to see that the maid was still standing in his room,head bowed as always.
"Are you planning on watching me undress, or will you leave?"
His voice was stout and bold, and the fact that his room was a bit big in size with little furniture echoed against the walls.
The maid quickly bowed deeply and, like a scared cat,skiddled away.
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Alice,the chief head maid, gave a slight knock before announcing her presence like every other maid, and when she heard her order,she walked in to see Virru,the third prince of Vetrish, sitting against a chair behind a table that was beside his bed, where two scrolls were laid open.
"Your Highness"
She bowed even more in greeting.
"His Majesty has asked for your presence in the dining hall for dinner."
She resighted, but Virru only smirked as he watched her before placing his swig feather ink pen back into its ink pit.
After her words, silence piged for a while as Alice waited for her order to leave, but instead.
"Come here"
His voice rolled smoothly out of his mouth, and Alice waisted not even up to a second before approaching the prince, stopping a few feet away.
"Closer"
A familiar tone laced behind his voice as Alice walked closer as instructed.
"Sit"
He gestured towards his lap, and Alice seemed to have anticipated this as an unnoticeable smile curled her lips from her bowed face.
This obviously wasn't the first time he asked her about this, and she knew what she was to do, but before she would take a step,she could hear running water from the bathroom, making her halt.
"Your Highness...her Majesty..."
"I'm taking a bath and won't be out in a few minutes. Now sit."
He gestured against his lap once more, and Alice acted shy for a second before going to sit against his lap, letting her fat but***k sink over his thigh.
Without a second thought, Viru's hand made it to her frontal melons, squeezing to his feel.
He did all manners of act against her body for those split minutes, and when the running water from the tap stopped, Alice was quick to attempt standing back up, but Viru held her back, letting his hand squeeze her behind softly.
The door to the bathroom creaked open, and immediately, Alice quickly jolted off of Virru's lap, quickly strengthening her wrinkled dress, which had been lifted up by Virru.
Silence persisted for a while before finally,her Highness walked into the room,a towel against her chest while another tied her hair into a perfect headband, and when she saw the chief maid standing in front of Virru, she frowned silently.
"Alice,?"
She called, and immediately, Alice's body turned towards her highness.
"Yes, your Highness"
"Is there something you need?"
She asked with an arched brow.
"Uh, his majesty had order for both your presence at the dine."
"Hmm"
I got a short reply from Lucy, Vibra's wife, while walking towards the dresser, but after noticing Alice still standing at her spot,she asked.
"Is there anything else?"
"No, no, your highness."
"Hmm, you may leave."
And quickly, like a flash,she skiddled out.
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