The Only Prince Of The Eastfield

Swords were drawn in the sky as it paces swinged to the side, only to meet up with an another one with a clang. It was daylight as the sun's indicate it and all Frenire had to do is just finish the training with his cousin. Duel as they went on with Frenire's sword being the offence, Gladormour didn't like that much when his younger one took a staggering blow from him as Frenire spinned.

"Ah, that was a bit rough. Are you doing a duel rather a training?" On and on did they go, complains were the only thing Gladormour could go. Frenire surprisingly smiled at that time when he tried to struck a blow again.

"Like as if it would kill you, brother. You are way more experienced in combat than me. So I won't go easy on you...Take that." Clash did it make, Gladormour took a step back to Frenire's attempt, only to managed to fall off with his back heading to the ground.

With an attempt did Frenire tried to touch him, as if they managed to touch a person who was immobilzed, the training will end. Only to be suprised as Gladormour recovered back from his fall by putting a hand to do a somersault, uniquely trying to prevent a defeat.

Acrobatically did he do, Frenire's frustration risen a bit by his actions sleek like a mouse movements.

"You are a really a tough one to defeat, huh?", commented the younger prince.

"That's the use of skill, immatured one. You know at battlefield people will undergo insane amounts of bloodlust when they have the chance to find a prince in a battlefield. So I prepared myself for some counters.", draws an eye to tease him up, did Gladormour like to boast his talents onto Frenire.

Which it did give a little bit of a turned off did Frenire feel. Stops in middle of his tracks, he closed his eyes while lowering his blade down. Eventually leading his brother couldn't help but feel curious about what thing did boggled Frenire off for him to not drew his sword. Which after a second, Frenire gave an answer to his curiousity by giving him a statement and also a question to his brother. Seemingly deepened the conversation rather just a small talk, in his words he said.

"All prince should have been staying in castles and learned that they are the ones who steps a feet, but you are very different from all of them. Because all of your actions resembled like a pawn in a game of chess. You have no sense of royalty to yourself as if you were a civilian to begin with , and you rebelled Father's actions as if you were a real revolutioner. These sort of things didn't match the attitude from the bloodline of The Eastfield, and this type of bloodline does not have a replacement by anyone to begin with. What makes your view different from the rest of them when you have a position that so many men had wished to be so?"

A bit taken off by his words, Gladormour realized that Frenire had plague thinking of Gladormour's attitude. Words cannot express how he felt, but he too closed his eyes to open his heart's speech.

"It doesn't even matter if I am a King or not. What matters is what we are towards to God, that's it. The Prophecy told us that Yahkuva was the first king but he remained his actions were as if like he was a normal human, he may have a some sense like a royal leadership towards his generation, but he still remained humble towards his family like a father figu-"

"Those people, brother, are literally beings who were not populous. They can be lead easily whilst there are no big issues. But you are different, as an older prince of a country should you focus on how to rule a country, not drawing a blade to slay those villain's day untill night. Those tasks are for the knights, not you. What happens when you enter many battlefields? If you survived then they may be praising you, but if you are dead? What is their answers? Because in my view, stupidity is the word I hunched them.", though he'd be given a checkmate, an another swing did he do to Gladormour as Gladormour tried to think what solution he can come up with. But then came a rebound from him as they train, the side was turning into Gladormour as he attempt to speak again. Which subsequently gave an another pause again towards their duel.

With a smile he did and a pair of calming eyes in his face, he said, "I don't care about their view. I will be the one on who I want to ought to be. And I don't need an explanation for my actions. Whether stupid, idiot, brave or not... After all, you can replace me right if I got killed?"

Then came the brightest smile he took to look at Frenire, but Frenire didn't feel the same...

Not at all...

"You don't understand about reality, all you do is fantasize...", runs towards his opponent, finally Frenire made a rushing fight towards Gladormour in a way that will lessened his ressistance towards the blade Frenire struck each time he blowed, swing-clang swing-clang, the grip of the blade Gladormour hold loosened which was then released accidentally as it turned into mid-air, falling down to the ground below as the final struck did the blade got blowed.

Clang did it echoed, only then fade as Frenire tried his memories to be let go.

Seconds it took for the loser to take action, his hand retrieved the sword that had not ben taken. Though, it was not Gladormour now who stands upon claiming the blade, it was a trainer, in which he had took a lost after giving him a duel towards Frenire, only to be amuzed by Frenire's skill surpassing him in the current.

"Your Excellency, that was a stunning performance for neutralized the training!"

But blank did Frenire stared at him, he had no words to say, puts his sword into the ground and leaves the scene, he managed to find himself a way to be in the castle as he entered it and tries to forget of the past within him, no need to reminiscing the one that had used to be with him.

As he is The Only Prince Of The Eastfield.

***

One of the most crucial aspects of The Reunification is that the King of Eastfield shall reign over both united lands. However, the scholars of the Latvindorh Republic will serve as the advisors of the governance, influencing the king's decisions through councils for a better cause and agreements if it were meant to reach the peak of humanity.

In the end, it all meant that The King's power will be shrinkened if it remains to be continued. Frenire knows this, as the scale of Monarchy tilt's lighter than Democracy as time goes on should he know that his rulings will be unfollowed if it proceeded to be that way.

King's are the ones that make lands unite permanently throughout bloodline. If their influence was taken down and replaced by leaders who are only beneficial for only a certain cause, it will lead into a constant sense of competition towards each parties determining on their own on which of them should take control. And when some of them did dominate the country it will become almost impossible for other parties to take action to put a stop on it's rising. This had meant the meaning of equality towards all parties will be gone and the winning one will took the country for their own purpose, not attempting to realize other beliefs or even opinions from people. Democracy then will be a meaning to rule a country based on the major one of the party, not anything else that isn't anything but a minority for them. Which is why the system of governance must be held through bloodline hierarchy, as they aren't used for a specific cause but rather a prosperity to make each guilts having equality. Thus, Monarchy was indeed a solution better than Democracy.

But in his way of thinking did he realized that it was time for a dine for the afternoon day. He should pace his walk faster for it. Step by step, he took what it takes to pass rooms of the insides of the castle, greeted with grand chandeliers and gold design below and up above, he managed to get through to the dining table. There, a mistress had already awaited for him to introduce the food they have served. Black hair did Frenire seen, she took a bow towards Frenire's entrance.

"Greetings your Excellency, the time for the afternoon dining is now avaible. Please have a seat and enjoy the food we bring"

Scents are all cozy, as it was grilled up. Marinated with honey and herbs from the purest bee's to be prepared of. It was a slow-roasted venison tendered by it's skin to be in a crisp of perfection.

Such mouth-watering dish can led all people to try to not resist it's temptation. But unfortunately, Frenire's unpredictable desires cannot be realized by them even if they think they could. The waitress too would have eaten it if she wasn't full from the meal she ate. So such things Frenire do really boggled their mind on why his mindset was clearly not the rest.

He sits down on the chair they had reserved, only to gaze up upon seeing empty seats that are not yet taken. On which he prompt a question to them as he cutted The Venison, elegantly.

"I am sorry for my rudeness, but where is my father, Oddete?"

Responded with a surprised tone at first only to elaborate, she said, "Your Excellency, The King Of The Eastfield took a journey to Phrosphier, a capital for The Latvindorh Republic, to discuss the plans they will take to make our kingdom great again, better than before"

"I see...", Frenire nods, which then he gave a permission to Oddete to might as well leave for him to enjoy peace.

In her words, it seems to be that maybe light entered their eyes filled with hope to them as those kind of people speak, but of course it was quite the opposite to Frenire.

His mind still undiscovered, fog of his memories continue to embody the past that had restrained him. Left and right up and down he looked, in the end what he all sees was just an empty space of chairs that was supposed to be took.

Of course, the dining was such a cheerful place before. The usual discussion does emits some rays of nostalgia if Frenire wanted to remember it more. Gladormour appeared at that scene too; at that time.

It was supposed to be cheerful.

Now, even the slightest cut from a knife can make a sound, instances of love laughter joy were almost non-existent, maybe his father's neverending smile still remain, but sadly...All those days where Frenire had wished he had gone back to were nothing like clouds. Nice dreams to be remembered off even though he had hated it a little bit.

It was better to be before.

Contemplated did his mind wander off a bit, only to continue to review the meat, the meal Frenire had took a portion had already landed to his taste buds as they meet, only then it recept the flavours as he actioned to eat.

"This dish is kind of salty...", he said even though the dish was meant to be sweet and savoury.