A chance meeting between a prince and a peasant results in consequences that will not only change their lives, but also the kingdom.

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6. Chapter Six: Khyber


      “Howlin tells me that you want him to teach you about our subjects.”

      Turning around in my chair I grinned when I saw who it was. “Father,” I said, standing up and shaking his hand.

      He chuckled and pulled me into his arms. “It’s good to see that at least one of you is starting to take an interest in the kingdom.”

      I poured us a glass of brandy each and we sat down beside the roaring fire.

      “I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately, son. King Dravis of Gersa is threatening us with war and...”

      Interrupting him, I said. “It doesn’t matter, father. I understand.”

      “So tell me, how are your brother and sister? Causing trouble as usual?” he asked, taking a gulp of his drink.

      “Of course,” I looked up at my father, the crown on his head glinted in the light cast by the fire. “Abelard has been terrorising Howlin. You couldn’t have a word with him, could you?”

      Finishing his brandy, he nodded. “Yes I will. Why are you so interested in our subjects all of a sudden?”

      I explained about the painting the Head Priest had found. I contemplated telling him about the poor girl as well, but I didn’t think father would be too pleased about my interacting with the poor. He pretended to care about the lower town as much as he did about the upper town, but I knew that the rich were more important to him.

      Standing up my father clapped me on the back. “I’m proud of you, son. Soon you can start taking a more active role in state affairs. It’s a shame your brother isn’t more like you. He is the heir to the throne after all.”

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