THE SPECIAL ONE
Prince Elliot Alexander had always been called “Special” ever since he was just a young lad but he was not aware of the reason behind the name, sometimes the boy thought the reason to be his eye colors which was a combination of brown and black {brown left eye, black on the right} but he knew the reason behind his queer eye colors but what puzzled him was the way his father bragged about the prowess of his kingdom and how the kingdom was going to rule over all the others, his father always put Elliot in front of everything and that was understandable because the king lost his wife on the day Elliot was born so it was only fair that the only son should receive showers of spoiling and blessings. Growing up in a royal palace would make anyone lazy because they had servants that would do anything that they wanted within a snap of their fingers but Elliot was a remarkable exception, he was in love with hard work and he loved working in the barns with the stable keepers where his stead was tended to, Elliot always wanted to help out with anything even though his father had warned him severally about it.
“But why father? Why am I not allowed to do my own laundry or even cook my own food? Am I handicapped?” Elliot blustered at his father when he was just twelve years old, he had been washing the dishes with one of the maids because she was ill but his father had caught him helping her.
“Because you are the heir of the greatest kingdom in the region, you should carry yourself like the prince that you are… you shouldn’t be seen with the minors and simpletons” his father spoke with so much pride, Ivan Alexander the third was a man of high praise and smaller nations quaver when they say his name, pride was one of his pronounced attributes and that was what he was trying to inject into his son.
“They are human beings just like me, why should they be treated differently just because of a position or a title? The lady has a name and it is not called simpleton” Ivan lost his temper and gave his son a hard slap across the cheek, he had not been wanting to hit him but he had lost his temper because of Elliot’s smart mouth.
“I will not condone such disrespect from you! You are a prince and very soon you will be the heir of this great kingdom so you better start acting like it or I get somebody that will set your head straight” the look that Elliot gave his father sent chills through the body of Ivan, he was afraid of what his son was truly capable of even though he knew that Elliot was nothing more than a twelve year old child.
“I am sorry, sir” Elliot said with sarcasm behind it and his smart mouth warranted him another slap on his face, he didn’t cry or flinch and it was almost as if he had been expecting it to happen.
“I don’t want to see you around that barn again! Unless you are going there to get your horse and that’s that!” Ivan was scolding his son with a half heart, he was still afraid of the potential that the young lad possessed.
“But father-” Elliot was about to make his point clear to his father but as usual, his words were not heeded by the great king of Mytigon.
“No buts! From now on you will be constantly watched and trained by a guardian who will teach you how to improve your sword fighting ability, the military needs a new commander and there wouldn’t be a better option than the future king himself, you shall rule over all the military of the minor kingdoms and towns under Mytigon… you have a very bright future ahead of you, my special one” Ivan was not joking about the hiring a guardian for the young Elliot, the guardian was very strict with training and he made sure that Elliot learnt etiquette and he began to act like a proper prince.
It didn’t take a long time before Elliot discovered a new found passion in sword fighting, he trained so hard with his guardian to the point where he could proudly boast of a power level of a battalion captain just at the age of fifteen, Elliot grew up loving bravery and acts of chivalry and that made the women in different kingdoms moan out his name whenever they had their baths, with a height that was well over six feet it was no wonder why most enemies run away from him before the fight even started, he had jet black hair that was slicked back with shiny grease which made him look more like a gentleman more than an Italian man, the aura he carried was a powerful one that was filled with pride but the aura immediately vanished whenever he smiled, his body was athletic and muscular in shape which made him able to run fast and wield weapons that weighed twice his weight.
Ivan watched his son grow with so much happiness in his heart, he was happy because Elliot had grown to be a fine young man that was filled with good morals and sword fighting skills that surpassed any warrior that was in all the lands, the power level was off the charts and the guardian had told Ivan about the hidden powers that laid in his son, a sort of power that could end the whole of existence if it was not controlled, the power was so strong that it made Elliot’s eye colors to change whenever he was in ‘battle mode’, it made him ruthless and for the rest of the fight Elliot would become a savage beast that would not stop at nothing until his opponent his dead and this was how his guardian was killed by his own hands; unknown to Elliot because his father had not told him the full truth about the guardian’s death but the point was clear to Ivan that his son was not ordinary and never was he destined to live an ordinary life.
As time went on; Elliot became in charge of the military and led Mytigon to many successful wars and conquests, it was because of his strength that made his father’s kingdom to expand it’s territory to the point that they were much bigger than the kingdom of Briggs which was in alliance with Mytigon due to the truce that bound them together in peace, Ivan constantly worried about the truce as time went on because as Elliot grew older it was only a matter of time before he had to tell him about the conditions of the truce, Ivan was afraid of telling Elliot about it because he was scared of how his son might react to the information, he was afraid that the information might make him lose his ‘Special One’.

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CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
THE BALLAs the day of the ball approached quite swiftly in the sight of Elliot, he was filled with questions about what he had heard his father said about having a choice for him already. The more he tried to get his mind off it, the more he realized how interested he was and his curiosity eventually got the best of him.“Father, there is something that I have been meaning to ask you” Elliot said as they ate in the dining hall, there was only one maid and one guard standing a few yards from the big table as the father and son ate in silence, Ivan looked at his son and saw that he was actually solemn about what he wanted to say.“Leave us” Ivan signaled to the guard and the maid, when they were alone; Ivan grinned at his son.“Elliot, my boy. You have grown up to be quite a fine young man and the look in your eyes is far from the innocent look that you used to have when you were little” Ivan toyed with his son’s conscience but Elliot was unwavering.“Yeah, growing up will do that to a
CHAPTER TWENTY
PRINCESS SOURFACEAll the efforts that Morgana was putting into the training made her mother to worry, Theresa was more worried about her daughter more than her own health which was steady depleting fast. Morgana went to Octavia’s house in the evenings and she stayed there until it was late at night, there were times where Theresa felt that her daughter wouldn’t come home that night but she always returned with a sweaty face and a tired smile.“Good evening, mother. I thought I told you not to stay up for me?” Morgana queried her mother when she returned to the house which was also their shop. Theresa rubbed her eyes to see her daughter in a clearer light.“You are not in any position to tell me what to do, mostly when you are in such a condition… look at your legs wobbling already, come and have a seat so that you can eat your dinner” Morgana wanted to argue with her mother some more but she felt that she needed food in her stomach to do that, she sat down with a silent word of thank
CHAPTER NINETEEN
DAYS BEFORE THE BALLAs Morgana was busy training her dancing steps, in the kingdom of Briggs Benita was putting a whole lot of pressure on the people that were handling her make-up and attire. The ball was only a few days away and even though all the maidens that were selected to go had already been chosen, there were some people who thought that with their influence; they might be able to buy the heart of the king of Mytigon but it wasn’t so.“My great king, I have come with a message from my kingdom… the Persian king sends his gratitude for allowing his daughter to be a part of this wonderful event and as a token he has brought you-” the messenger was a man with haggard beard, his outfit looked Eastern and his accent told Ivan that the messenger was from one of the Arab kingdoms that were very far from Mytigon.“Gold, silver plates, scented perfumes and even more gold? This is too much if you ask me but send my regards to YOUR king anyways” Ivan was being sarcastic and the messenge
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
HOW TO BE A PRINCESSAll her life Morgana had never imagined that she would ever need to wear a dress so tight to the point where she would be gasping for air in short breaths, not to even think of dancing in it. The three women were so interested in Morgana’s body shape and they were sure that with the right combination of jewelry and make-up, they would be able to get Morgana into the prince’s view. None of them had ever seen the prince or even come close to his garments to know what he smelt like but they kept talking about him during the dance lessons as they taught Morgana how to dance on her tip toes before they would teach her how to dance in heels.“Can’t I just dance with the heels already? My toes are killing me” Morgana complained for the sixth time that evening, she was sweaty and breathless because of the tight corset that was holding her huge bosom together in a seductive way, it was the idea of Octavia the richest amongst them and also the one who had offered herself to
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
PREPARATIONS IIElliot was wishing that he was doing something battle related or maybe fighting off a wild beast instead of sitting in the palace all day to watch the way workers scurried about to prepare for the ball, he watched them from his room window that was high up in the castle. The courtyard was filled with decorations and fancy designs that would beautify the grand hall that would be used for the ball, Elliot had little or no interest in anything regarding the opposite sex and he didn’t even know what his type would look like.“All that I want is a woman that is beautiful and won’t get in my way or interrupt my daily activities, I heard that some women are everyday attention seekers and they will never leave your side even if you are working” Elliot spoke with fear to his closest friend that he had in the palace and also the head of the guards, Mark.“That is not a lie at all, my woman always whines and cries for attention…almost like a cat or should I say a baby” Mark smile
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
PREPARATIONSThe kingdom of Mytigon was plagued with a terrible wave of over-excitement, the ball was a big ceremony to them and the people were all aware of the benefits the ball was going to bring. There would be traders coming from far and wide to sell their wares to the travelers or the rich folks that came from distant lands just so they could attend, the commercial part of Mytigon was the busiest of all the places while inside the streets; the people worked hard to decorate their homes and fronts.“The prince is so handsome, look at the shiny gold suit that he wore during the public announcement” one of the women in charge of decorating said to her colleague who was holding the ladder for her as they hung daisies and scented flowers on the window sills of the houses.“One fleck of dust from that suit is bound to make anybody rich for life, but yet…it was only worn just for show, we might never see him again in it” the other woman lamented bitterly, they had been present at the c
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