~*~Kingdom of Love~*~
Here it is Chapter Two . . hope you all like it.
Name: ~*~Kingdom of Love~*~
Rating: R to NC-17
Genre: Romance, Drama
Summery: A tale of love, loss, and betrayal.
Warnings: Don't know, Don't own, never happened. You all know the drill-lol
Note: This will be a chaptered fic . . . I don’t know how long it will be, but you all know I write pretty long fics-lol
~*~Chapter Two~*~
~*~Ville’s POV~*~
I pace the thrown room, pondering the impending battle on the land that I love. War was never what I had expected. It was honestly the last thing on my mind, but now that it is upon us, I prepare myself for the fight. I shall join my father at the front lines of battle. I shall fight to protect the land that I so love. King Phillip has long had his sight on Helsinki, but my father protected it well. We may be a peaceful kingdom, but our army cannot be matched. If I had my way I would not be a prince or the heir to one of the greatest kingdoms. All I would like is to sit in a small cottage and sing to my hearts content. War and ruling this great land was not for me. I wanted peace and freedom, but for my father I would do anything.
I was past the age I was to be married. Now in my 24th year, my prospects for a bride were gone. It wasn’t that I didn’t like my suitors, it was quite the opposite. They found that they could not have a husband whose beauty rivaled theirs. Shallow wenches . . . all of them. I so preferred men over women, my father knew this and accepted it. He knew I shall never marry and bare an heir, and yet the thrown was still mine. He did not pass over me and give it to my Brother Prince Jesse. Instead he said that I shall rule in his stead because I loved this kingdom with all my heart, unlike my brother.
I thought for a moment of King Phillip and what could have driven him to want it all. Father said it was the loss of his wife, others say the loss of his son. I think that perhaps it was both. Loss of a loved one can weight heavily on a person. My father and I lost my mother only a year ago. We were still feeling the affects of her loss, but I still didn’t feel like going to kill and conquer all I could. Maybe we all handle grief different. I heard that King Phillips son Brandon became a hellion after his mother’s death, playing pranks on all who he could. I still didn’t understand why, but I guess I never would.
So here I am, an impending battle, killing my loneliness with my thoughts. I decided that it was too much to sit and wait. I needed to get out! I went to the stable and saddled my horse Mige. I mounted him and was off to ride throughout my once peaceful kingdom. Hoping that memories past would cheer me up and help me through the day.
I rode out to the orchard, the air smelling of oranges. I looked around remembering playing here while my mother picked oranges. How I missed those days of lying under an orange tree, singing with my mother. I picked two oranges off a tree and dismounted my steed. I tied Mige up to a tree and sat down to peel the oranges. I peeled the first one and fed it to Mige and then went on with mine. As I did I started to sing a song that my mother sang to me as a child.
‘Divided we stand in the light of a frozen sun
Cursing the gods we have become
We steal the fire from a sacred heart
And bleed the wine unholy
We fall in love with the serpent's song
And fear nothing
In the nightside of Eden
We're born again dead
Forever we are
Forever we've been
Forever we'll be crucified to a dream
In the nightside of Eden
Deranged, we're tearing away the petals of desire
Learning the mathematics of evil by heart
We deceive ourselves to start a war
Within the realm of senses
And descend to the circle number four
Where we are nothing
In the nightside of Eden
We're born again dead
Forever we are
Forever we've been
Forever we'll be crucified to a dream
In the nightside of Eden’
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What did you think???? Should I continue???? Comments are love!!!!!!!!!!
Name: ~*~Kingdom of Love~*~
Rating: R to NC-17
Genre: Romance, Drama
Summery: A tale of love, loss, and betrayal.
Warnings: Don't know, Don't own, never happened. You all know the drill-lol
Note: This will be a chaptered fic . . . I don’t know how long it will be, but you all know I write pretty long fics-lol
~*~Chapter Two~*~
~*~Ville’s POV~*~
I pace the thrown room, pondering the impending battle on the land that I love. War was never what I had expected. It was honestly the last thing on my mind, but now that it is upon us, I prepare myself for the fight. I shall join my father at the front lines of battle. I shall fight to protect the land that I so love. King Phillip has long had his sight on Helsinki, but my father protected it well. We may be a peaceful kingdom, but our army cannot be matched. If I had my way I would not be a prince or the heir to one of the greatest kingdoms. All I would like is to sit in a small cottage and sing to my hearts content. War and ruling this great land was not for me. I wanted peace and freedom, but for my father I would do anything.
I was past the age I was to be married. Now in my 24th year, my prospects for a bride were gone. It wasn’t that I didn’t like my suitors, it was quite the opposite. They found that they could not have a husband whose beauty rivaled theirs. Shallow wenches . . . all of them. I so preferred men over women, my father knew this and accepted it. He knew I shall never marry and bare an heir, and yet the thrown was still mine. He did not pass over me and give it to my Brother Prince Jesse. Instead he said that I shall rule in his stead because I loved this kingdom with all my heart, unlike my brother.
I thought for a moment of King Phillip and what could have driven him to want it all. Father said it was the loss of his wife, others say the loss of his son. I think that perhaps it was both. Loss of a loved one can weight heavily on a person. My father and I lost my mother only a year ago. We were still feeling the affects of her loss, but I still didn’t feel like going to kill and conquer all I could. Maybe we all handle grief different. I heard that King Phillips son Brandon became a hellion after his mother’s death, playing pranks on all who he could. I still didn’t understand why, but I guess I never would.
So here I am, an impending battle, killing my loneliness with my thoughts. I decided that it was too much to sit and wait. I needed to get out! I went to the stable and saddled my horse Mige. I mounted him and was off to ride throughout my once peaceful kingdom. Hoping that memories past would cheer me up and help me through the day.
I rode out to the orchard, the air smelling of oranges. I looked around remembering playing here while my mother picked oranges. How I missed those days of lying under an orange tree, singing with my mother. I picked two oranges off a tree and dismounted my steed. I tied Mige up to a tree and sat down to peel the oranges. I peeled the first one and fed it to Mige and then went on with mine. As I did I started to sing a song that my mother sang to me as a child.
‘Divided we stand in the light of a frozen sun
Cursing the gods we have become
We steal the fire from a sacred heart
And bleed the wine unholy
We fall in love with the serpent's song
And fear nothing
In the nightside of Eden
We're born again dead
Forever we are
Forever we've been
Forever we'll be crucified to a dream
In the nightside of Eden
Deranged, we're tearing away the petals of desire
Learning the mathematics of evil by heart
We deceive ourselves to start a war
Within the realm of senses
And descend to the circle number four
Where we are nothing
In the nightside of Eden
We're born again dead
Forever we are
Forever we've been
Forever we'll be crucified to a dream
In the nightside of Eden’
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What did you think???? Should I continue???? Comments are love!!!!!!!!!!