Chapter One: Phallowskleft
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PrinceLeveret gazed haughtily out the window of his tower top bed chamber at the rolling hills and white tipped waves of the kingdom of Phallowskleft.
It was early morning and the sun had just risen, the golden rays spilling over the cliffs and hills and onto the fields.
He chuckled to himself, pleased and slightly amused that someday this kingdom would be his.
He smoothed down his green silk nightclothes and picked up a small, silver bell off his bedside table.
He flicked his wrist and the sound of the bell filled the room.
As the sound faded a young man appeared in the doorway.
He was tanned with brown eyes and caramel colored hair and looked to be a few years older than the prince.
He was dressed in plain brown trousers and a white linen shirt with patches on the elbows.
“G’morning, your highness.”
He said quietly, his calm, gentle tone echoing slightly off the stone walls and floor.
“Hello, Martellus.”
The prince purred to his servant.
Martellus huffed quietly.
“You called?”
Leveret straightened and crossed his arms behind his back a bit stiffly, his back still to the servant.
“Indeed I did.”
He mused.
“I desire my morning meal and day clothes.”
“Yes, sire.”
Martellus replied.
“Posthaste!”
Leveret chirped.
“Yes, your majesty.”
Martellus breathed in slight exasperation as he walked out of the room.
Leveret sauntered over to the mirror in the corner of the room.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror for a moment before running a hand through his hair, a few strands falling over his forehead.
He adjusted his posture again then jumped at the sudden awareness of footsteps behind him.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to startle you, your majesty.”
Martellus chuckled, quietly amused, placing a folded pile of clothes and a tray of food on the bed.
Leveret’s cheeks burned with embarrassment.
“Did your mother ever teach you to knock before entering a room?!”
Martellus smoothed the fabric thoughtfully.
“I suppose not.”
He replied, walking out of the room.
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