Chapter 3
“My big brother invited me to a feast?!” The youngest son of Oberon, Prince Louis yelled in pure excitement.
He looked at his aide, Fergus, with stars in his eyes.
Fergus nodded with excitement as well, while the other guards and soldiers around him were terrified because of their ecstatic behaviours.
“Yes! And he expects you to come at 5 pm sharp. We don’t want you being late now, do we?” Fergus revealed the details with a broad smile to the excited Prince.
The Prince turned his head away from his aide and headed towards his throne. As he sat, he placed his legs on the armrests of the throne and placed the back of his hand on his forehead. He looked dramatic indeed. He tossed his legs back and forth.
“Oh my sweet sweet brother, Maximillian. You’ve always took such care of me. Oh! How could I ever repay you for your kindness!”
The young Prince’s eyes glistened with the love he had for his brother. If an outsider came, they would probably say that Shakespeare came back from the past.
The Prince, at once went back to his normal position and leaned forward while sitting on his throne as realization hits him.
“Oh! We must bring him a gift, Fergus! It’s a gift that shall make my sweet brother’s heart melt. He shall say to me: Oh my precious brother Louis! What a lovely gift you have brought for me! But this was not needed, indeed you are the most greatest gift one could ever ask for!” The Prince clasped his hands together and brought them towards his chin.
“And I shall say: ‘Oh no! Your words flatter me, brother! The words that come from your mouth strike my soul and heart! Indeed, you are more deservi……”
The Prince went off outside, preparing his script, with his aide following behind him with a smile.
“What a strange person…” One of the guards said as they all sighed heavily.
“I agree.” Another one said gloomily.
He looked at his aide, Fergus, with stars in his eyes.
Fergus nodded with excitement as well, while the other guards and soldiers around him were terrified because of their ecstatic behaviours.
“Yes! And he expects you to come at 5 pm sharp. We don’t want you being late now, do we?” Fergus revealed the details with a broad smile to the excited Prince.
The Prince turned his head away from his aide and headed towards his throne. As he sat, he placed his legs on the armrests of the throne and placed the back of his hand on his forehead. He looked dramatic indeed. He tossed his legs back and forth.
“Oh my sweet sweet brother, Maximillian. You’ve always took such care of me. Oh! How could I ever repay you for your kindness!”
The young Prince’s eyes glistened with the love he had for his brother. If an outsider came, they would probably say that Shakespeare came back from the past.
The Prince, at once went back to his normal position and leaned forward while sitting on his throne as realization hits him.
“Oh! We must bring him a gift, Fergus! It’s a gift that shall make my sweet brother’s heart melt. He shall say to me: Oh my precious brother Louis! What a lovely gift you have brought for me! But this was not needed, indeed you are the most greatest gift one could ever ask for!” The Prince clasped his hands together and brought them towards his chin.
“And I shall say: ‘Oh no! Your words flatter me, brother! The words that come from your mouth strike my soul and heart! Indeed, you are more deservi……”
The Prince went off outside, preparing his script, with his aide following behind him with a smile.
“What a strange person…” One of the guards said as they all sighed heavily.
“I agree.” Another one said gloomily.
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