Fantasy 𝑰 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖~ ♚

[Edric Blight]

“I’m the one who’s changed? Pfft! Are you even listening to yourself right now Sorren?” Weylin asked, looking directly at Sorren as he paused in his pacing around for a brief moment before picking up again and circling around the Kezzanian prince as he spoke.

“Your jealousy is on display and it shows! You were my best friend- practically my only companion, Sorren,” Weylin went on. “When you left, it crushed me,” he admitted. “There I was at ten years old expecting to see you once more at the Gathian palace, but you never returned…” he said. “And quite frankly how dare you show up to my party unannounced and acting like this!” Weylin said, furrowing his brows.

 

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Sorren scoffed as he chuckled in mockery.

“What a King you are, hm? I’d say you’re perfect for the job. Your arrogance is beyond anything I’ve ever seen, Weylin,” he said in a proper tone as he insulted the other.

“I didn’t intend to hurt you when I left. I never intended for any of this, really— but I never left for your sake. I left because, as Prince of Kezzain, it’s what I needed to do,” Sorren snipped once more.

The young prince stood quiet for a moment as he glared at Weylin.

“Then why am I still here? You say you don’t want me here and yet your body language says otherwise,” he smirked in a cocky manner.

“You looked miserable tonight. You are miserable. Admit it.”

Sorren stayed quiet once more before continuing.

“It’s fine. I’ll leave. I don’t want to ruin your Birthday Party,” he said as he began walking towards the closed door of the room, fed up with their conversation already.

 

[Edric Blight]

Weylin just glared angrily over at Sorren as the other prince began to berate him. “I suppose you’re right, I AM a better prince than you. You’ve always been lazy and bratty, stuck-up and entitled- as a kid and even more so now,” snipped back Weylin harshly. “You never seemed to care about your duties as a member of the royal family so I’m surprised you even went off to fairytale land or wherever the hell you went off to in order to ‘study,’” he said, making quotation marks with his fingers as he said the word “study.”

Weylin was never one to curse- it was simply improper of a prince to do. But he was heated now seeing how insufferable the Kezzanian prince was acting. “That’s right, get out of my sight!” Weylin said, turning his head up and away from Sorren and brushing him away with his hands. “Go back to where you came from! You’re no longer welcome in Gathia as far as I’m concerned! Maybe you should’ve stayed in Kezzain tonight,” said Weylin. But, it wasn’t up to him as to whether or not Sorren was welcomed back to the Kingdom of Gathia. It was more up to his mother and father, and unfortunately for him, there was strategic thinking in mind when keeping Sorren around. He did have much favor with the Gathian queen.

 

[spongiecake]

Sorren paused. His hand was extended out as he was about to open the door to exit the room. He turned around and took a few steps to Weylin.

“Goodness, so this is what it takes to make you mad. You’re so heater right now, Lin,” he used an old nickname he had for his former friend. A smile spread over his face as he grew more and more satisfied with the idea of pissing off the proper Prince.

“Maybe you are the better Prince, but maybe I’m the one who has the guts to change my future. It’s not a good thing to feel comfortable with the life you were handed,” he snipped.

Sorren took a step closer to Weylin as he tried to intimidate him childishly.

“It’s fine. Forget whatever memories you have of me. I don’t want to be around someone as selfish as yourself, quite frankly.”

 

[Edric Blight]

It very much irked Weylin as Sorren mockingly used his old nickname, “Lin.” It certainly wasn’t meant to be used in a loving way, that was abundantly clear. Sorren had certainly succeeded in his goal to royally piss off the prince of Gathia. He did have to admit he was stunned by Sorren’s comment about being content with the life he was handed. Did Sorren perhaps have a point there?

Weylin had always been comfortable with the pre-determined destiny that was set for him, and had gone through life taking orders like a good little prince. Maybe this wasn’t great, as it didn’t show much free thinking on Weylin’s part. But to be fair, it was all he had known, ever since he was a little boy.

The Gathian prince remained standing strong though on his feet as Sorren took a step towards him. Was this some sort of pitiful attempt to intimidate him? Weylin was Gathian! He wouldn’t let himself break in front of the Kezzanian prince, or what sorry excuse for a prince Weylin believed he was. “I think it’s for the best you leave immediately, sir…” spat Weylin through gritted teeth as he glared at Sorren and puffed his chest out confidently to show that he wasn’t scared.

 

[spongiecake]

“Should you escort me out of your Gathian Kingdom by yourself? Or are you going to fetch one of your measly little servants to do your bidding?” he asked, rhetorically of course, in a harsh tone. His brows were furrowed but his eyes were soft, full of mystery, and a slight hint of sadness for whatever reason.

 

[Edric Blight]

Weylin raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes, stunned and taken aback by Sorren’s snippy words for him. He was utterly offended at the immaturity and lack of class from the Kezzanian prince.

“Just get out! Now!” Weylin spat harshly. “I’m sure one of my servants would love to show you an exit. I wouldn’t be caught dead escorting you out of this great kingdom myself,” he said with a sense of entitlement.

 

[spongiecake]

Sorren chuckled softly as he raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

“Very well then,” he then turned around and began to exit the room. This time, he reached out and touched the door handle. Sorren didn’t turn around, but he said a few words before leaving.

“You’ve never even been outside of the castle. It’s your own pretty little birdcage, Weylin.”

And with that, Sorren left the party early. He returned to the wonderful land of Kezzain with nothing but the feeling of regret. He felt stupid after thinking Weylin would be happy to see him.

 

[Edric Blight]

Just when Weylin thought his unpleasant interaction with Sorren was over, the Kezzanian prince had one more word to say to him. This next insult was rather true, which is why it got under Weylin’s skin so much. Of course he’d never admit the validity of Sorren’s statement.

Weylin just furrowed his brow and gritted his teeth, angrily stomping his foot on the ground as Sorren left. “Good for nothing Kezzanian brat!” he muttered under his breath. Weylin would spend some time in the study reflecting upon what had just taken place before eventually rejoining his party, but unfortunately he looked even more miserable than before.

 

[spongiecake]

Days had passed and it seemed that Sorren and Weylin wouldn’t see each other for a while. At least, that’s what Sorren wished for. He didn’t want to be anywhere near such an entitled, spoiled brat as Weylin.

-

It was a beautiful morning. The birds were chirping and the Kezzain Castle was filled with the natural sunlight that seeped in through every window.

Unknowingly, Queen Leora had invited the Royal Family of Gathia to visit the Kezzain Kingdom. It had been such a long time since they had seen each other and, now that Sorren was back from his travels, it seemed like the perfect time to invite her guests over.

The Prince of Kezzain walked the halls of his familiar yet cold kingdom. He was on his way to one of his studies rooms when he ran into Cecilia who was not far from the group of visitors.

“Oh my, Sorren! There you are! Your mother was looking for you,” the Princess said, happily.

Sorren was surprised nonetheless to see the Gathian Princess in his midsts.

“Cecilia- what are you doing here?” Sorren asked as confused as ever as to why she was in Kezzain.

His Mother, Queen Leora, turned the sharp corner as she was leading the rest of the Gathian Royalty in the direction of Sorren. The woman perked up as she spotted her son.

“Darling! There you are. Come now, say Hello to our guests! The servants couldn’t find you. How troublesome are you,” she teased softly with a smile.

 

[Edric Blight]

Weylin had hoped that would be the last he had to see if Sorren for a long time. Unfortunately he would be sorely mistaken. A few days had passed and I unbeknownst to him until today, the Kezzanian queen had invited over all of the royal family of Gathia to come visit them in the Kezzanian palace. Of course, the king of Gathia had some excuse of being “busy” so that left Queen Cynthia and her two children, Princess Cecilia and Prince Weylin to accompany her on this trip to the Kingdom of Kezzain.

Queen Cynthia couldn’t have been happier to receive an invite to Kezzain from her old friend, the beautiful Queen Leora. Of course she accepted immediately and quickly informed both of her children that they’d be on a carriage to Kezzain. Princess Cecilia was excited, but Prince Weylin was displeased to say the least that he’d be visiting Sorren’s kingdom.

“Come along now Weylin, you should be most excited! We’re going to visit your old friend, Prince Sorren!” Queen Cynthia said with a smile as the Gathian royal family rode in their carriage. Weylin simply sighed and looked outside. If only she knew the truth- that the Kezzanian prince and him were far from friends….

“Oh did somebody wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?” Cynthia teased innocently. Weylin just looked at his mother and silently shook his head. “Goodness gracious you’re quite the handsome young man,” she said lovingly to her son. He was freshly 18 now, only a few days into his new age.

-

Eventually, the Gathian royal family (minus the king) had arrived at the Kezzanian palace. They were welcomed by Queen Leora with open arms. Queen Cynthia couldn’t be more glad to see her old friend. Surely, they had much gossiping to do. Weylin just stuck next to his mother and simply nodded politely at the Kezzainian queen. So far there was no Sorren- which was good. That was the last person he wanted to see.

The Gathian royal family followed Queen Leora and Weylin watched as his sister went a bit ahead of them. It wasn’t too long until the Kezzainian prince was spotted by his sister and eventually dragged out by his mother. Weylin tensed up as he heard Queen Leora addressing someone by “darling.” Clearly, this was Sorren. Weylin wanted nothing to do with the Kezzainian prince.

 

[spongiecake]

Sorren didn’t say anything as he glanced at the Gathian Prince in front of him. Maybe it was rude but he didn’t care. For all he knew, he disliked both Gathian children, finding them ridiculously annoying.

“Ah, my Lovely son,” Leora doted on her previous son for a moment. She then turned to her friend, Queen Cynthia as she began to boast. “It’s been so long since Sorren left us. Though, I’m so proud of him. He’s trained so hard and has studied so well. We were so excited to hear that Sorren completed his training. The next step for him is taking the crown.”

Sorren glanced away, looking anywhere but Weylin. He placed his hand on the back of his neck discreetly in an anxious manner. The Prince glanced out the large window that was by his side. Maybe he could slip away by walking the garden grounds?

“I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful King,” Cecilia added, trying to appease both the Queen and Sorren.

“Thank you, Princess,” Sorren said, properly. However, his eyes were still locked on the view outside of his window. He didn’t dare look at her or her devious brother.

“Sorren, why don’t you take our friends around the castle, hm? Find somewhere to bask in the sunlight- or, well, I’m sure you’ll find something to do. Run along then,” The Queen said to her son.

Sorren held back his temptation to roll his eyes and exhale to indicate that he would rather die than spend time with the Gathian Royalty, but he knew he couldn’t do that.

“Yes, Mother,” Sorren muttered as he extended out his arm, motioning for the two royals to walk past him.

Instead of walking ahead, Cecilia linked arms with Sorren, taking him by the arm as she wrapped around him like a snake. She seemed like a snake, in the worst way possible.

“Oh, Sorren! It’s so splendid to see you, isn’t it Weylin? We’ve missed you dearly. I’ve missed you, dearly,” she exaggerated but fluttered her lashes. “Where will you be taking us?”

Sorren felt the disgust boil in his stomach. Cecilia hadn’t changed a bit, despite what he believed at first. She was still as annoying as ever.

“Let’s go outside to the gardens. It’s a beautiful day today,” Sorren suggested. “The castle is grim and I’m sure Gathia has everything we have here.”

 

[Edric Blight]

Weylin briefly looked over at Sorren as he came into view. His heart leapt as he saw the Kezzainian prince. It was the last person he wanted to see right now. Weylin tried not to make eye contact with Sorren, as rude as it may have been not to acknowledge the Kezzainian prince’s presence. Weylin couldn’t stop himself and scrunched his face up in disgust as his sister said that Sorren would make a great king. Yea right! Surely under Sorren’s rule he would run Kezzain straight into the ground! Clearly, he thought, he would make a much better king than Sorren. Weylin would have his chance to prove so in a few years when he took the throne.

The Gathian prince couldn’t help but glare over at Sorren as he looked out the window and gave a sorry excuse for a thank you to his sister’s comment. He wanted to strangle his sister right now for saying such a blasphemous statement. It seemed clear that Cecilia had the hots for his old childhood friend. It would enrage Weylin to see his sister fall for and date such a double crossing liar of a prince. He wouldn’t allow it- not his little sister. He would protect her- protect her from evil men like Sorren. Weylin just wished she wasn’t so head over heels for the Kezzainian prince.

Weylin raised his eyebrows as Queen Leora suggested that Sorren show them around. Great, the last thing Weylin wanted to be doing was taking a tour of anywhere with Sorren. He glared over at Sorren as Queen Leora proposed that the children go off on their own. The queen most certainly wanted the kids out of her hair so she could talk and gossip with Cynthia. Weylin subdued a soft sigh as Sorren obliged his mother’s command. He just had a glazed look in his eyes as he begrudgingly went along with his sister to go with Sorren. He knew he couldn’t deny it, especially since his own mother was smiling and looking at him, practically urging him to go on.

Weylin glared to his side and gritted his teeth as he saw his sister grab ahold of Sorren’s arm and lock hers with his. It made him sick to his stomach to see his sister so lovey dovey with his ex friend. If it was up to him he wouldn’t have her hanging out anywhere near Sorren. He felt a sense of being that protective big brother, like there was danger in her clear feelings for Sorren. To him, Sorren was not to be trusted. He was a liar and a snake, through and through. Weylin just grunted in response as his younger sister expressed how happy she was to see Sorren once again. His real answer was “no” to the question of whether he thought it was great to see Sorren or not. Obviously though, he couldn’t say this out loud. Not without igniting some sort of conflict.

The Gathian prince gave a side eye to his sister and Sorren as they walked through the halls of the Kezzainian castle. “Hmph, whatever…” muttered Weylin quietly, rolling his eyes and being rather un-prince-like as Sorren suggested that he take them both outside. The more he was here in Kezzain the more he wanted to go back home to the palace in Gathia. Or maybe that was not a good thing- Sorren had said the Gathian palace was all he had known. Maybe that was true…. But still, Weylin tried to keep it mostly diplomatic as he simply silently nodded as the trio started to make their way to the outside of the castle.

 

[spongiecake]

The group made their way outside of the palace to the castle grounds. The variety of colors planted outside was mesmerizing. There were plenty of Dahlia and Rose bushes, filled with fresh flowers that sweetly scented the air. The grass was as green as ever and there were large Willow trees planted here and there to provide shade. It was like a sliver of heaven. The peaceful view was breathtaking.

“Oh, wow! Kezzain must be so famous for their ground-work! This is beautiful,” Cecilia said as she departed from Sorren, walking forward to the fresh flowers in front of her.

“Trellasees had a better garden,” Sorren said, truthfully.

“Trella…Trellasees, hm,” Cecilia mumbled the name softly as she tried to recall what the Prince was talking about. “Oh! Trellasees, yes—The place in which you studied. Sorren, you should tell us all about your voyage to the land. Is it better than Gathia or Kezzain?”

Sorren didn’t want to talk about Gathia, Kezzain, or even the wonderful land of Trellasees. He was about to respond, but the Prince was cut off before he could speak.

“Oh my word!” Cecilia exclaimed with a gasp.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Sorren asked, genuinely. It would be a hassle if the Princess hurt herself.

“There’s some vile thing eating your rose bushes! Not to worry, I know all about this! Let me go and fetch one of your gardeners. This must be fixed immediately,” she said as she looked around the wide garden.

There was a servant in the far, far distance who was planting some tulips in a sunny spot. Without any warning, Cecilia began walking over to the servant to discuss the matters of the rose bushes for the Kezzainian Kingdom, leaving Sorren and Weylin alone once more.

 

[Edric Blight]

Weylin certainly wasn’t impressed by the Kezzainian gardens as the group made their way outside. They had equally as beautiful gardens in Gathia, so this was nothing new to him. Although it was overwhelmingly beautiful, Weylin didn’t seem the least bit moved. He tried to tune out his sister, who was being quite annoying, as he looked around outside. At least as long as Cecilia was here she’d be talking to Sorren so he didn’t have to.

Suddenly his eyes went wide as he heard his sister exclaim something with a gasp. His first instinct was immediately to go into protective big brother mode and look at her, and then to Sorren. Had Sorren done something to harm his sister? Made a move on her? If so he wasn’t afraid to engage in a little fist to cuffs with the Kezzainian prince. But he calmed down a bit as it just seemed to be she was horrified by something eating the rose bushes in the garden. Weylin sighed quietly, relieved his sister was ok.

He then watched as she suddenly left to go get one of the Kezzainian gardeners. That unfortunately left both Sorren and Weylin alone. As much as his sister was being annoying, she was the only thing keeping him from having to have an awkward direct interaction or conversation with Sorren. He simply said nothing and watched his sister as she went off into the castle to fetch a gardener.

 

[spongiecake]

Sorren turned after watching Cecilia walk off from the group. He looked to Weylin who seemed to be in a sour mood. His face would look better with a smile, at least, but it seemed that he was miserable.

There was a moment of silence before Sorren finally said something.

“It’s been a while since you came to Kezzain,” he said, plainly with a hint of softness.

His eyes had a glossy look of sorrow. It hurt to see his old friend as a stranger. Though, the man in front of him was unrecognizable.

“We used to jump into the piles of leaves out in the gardens, remember? You were always afraid to mess up your hair when we were little,” he couldn’t help but chuckle softly as he reminisced.

Caught up in his memories, Sorren coughed as he frowned. He stood a bit taller as he realized he was supposed to be mad at Weylin. Though, there was no doubt that the Prince hated his blood.

“You must be miserable to be here,” he stated in a more serious, dry tone.

 

[Edric Blight]

Weylin’s face looked nothing but grumpy and miserable as he watched his sister go off into the the castle. He did everything he could to avoid making eye contact or conversation with Sorren. He certainly wasn’t going to be the first one to talk. Eventually though, Sorren did speak first out of the two of them, recalling a much happier and simple time when they were younger. It had been a very long time since Weylin had been to Kezzain, Sorren was right. Weylin finally turned his head over to look at Sorren as he reminisced about their youth.

Weylin couldn’t help but look back upon those times fondly. “It has…” he whispered in response, letting some silence fester between them before speaking again. He remembered the many times he’d been over to the Kingdom of Kezzain and the many times they had played together in the leaves in the garden. Sorren was right, the little proper prince Weylin was always nervous to get his neatly combed hair messy, but Sorren always seemed to have a way of loosening him up. He’d eventually cave in and jump in the leaves with Sorren too.

Yes indeed, Weylin did remember those times, but decided not to comment on them. Those good times between the two were long gone and over. Weylin let out a long exhale as he looked away from the Kezzainian prince and our at the garden. “Well, truthfully, I’d rather be somewhere else,” said Weylin softly and calmly. There wasn’t a hint of anger in his voice at all- he wasn’t angry. He definitely wanted to be back home in Gathia though. He wasn’t so thrilled about the idea of coming to see Sorren in Kezzain.

 

[spongiecake]

“Somewhere where I’m not,” he said, as he looked straight at Weylin who was gazing off elsewhere. “You don’t want to be here, with me.”

Sorren stood his ground as he furrowed his brows slightly as he brought up the elephant in the room. Was Weylin still set on the idea that he hated the Kezzainian Prince? He was stubborn as ever.

“You can go off to wander about the castle if you’d like. I brought you here because I thought you especially would like the change of scenery.”

 

[Edric Blight]

Bingo- Sorren had guessed correctly. Not that it was hard to get that right, but yes, Weylin didn’t want to be anywhere near Sorren right now. He then sighed again as he brought his gaze to meet Sorren’s. “The change of scenery is certainly nice,” he replied softly.

“And I would go back to the castle but our mothers expect us to be off elsewhere, all together,” said Weylin. “The last thing I want to do is worry our mothers and drag them into this whole mess…. It’s better they don’t know what’s happening…” he said quietly. His mother would surely question why he wasn’t with Sorren if she caught him in the Kezzainian castle unaccompanied.

 

[spongiecake]

“And what’s happening between us?” Sorren quietly scoffed as he snapped his question back at the Prince. “I still don’t understand why you’re acting like this.”

Sorren then took a step closer to Weylin as he lowered his voice, not wanting to gain any attention from the nosey maids.

“Last I remember, you were the one who got mad at me,” he frowned.

“And please, be classy enough to leave my mother out of this. It’d be embarrassing to see you tattle on us despite being eighteen years old, Weylin.”

It had been a while since he muttered that beautifully cursed name. The name Weylin sounded so strange on his lips now.

 

[Edric Blight]

Weylin scrunched up his face as Sorren asked what was happening between them. How could he be so dense? He rolled his eyes as Sorren told him to keep his mother out of it, as if he needed the other prince to tell him that. “What are you even going on about?” Weylin asked.

“Obviously I’m not going to bring anyone’s mother into this Sorren,” he grunted. “You can’t possibly be this silly, can you?” Weylin asked, amazed at the Kezzainian prince’s stupidity. “You know exactly why I’m mad at you…” he spat. “And for the record I’m only a year younger than you, stop acting like I’m a child. You always did seem to think you were superior to me just because you have one year on me,” scoffed Weylin.

 

[spongiecake]

“Do you just thrive off of negativity? It seems if I belittle you, it’s the only way you’ll talk to me!” he smirked as he commented on Weylin’s annoying antics.

The Prince couldn’t escape this time. He couldn’t rush off and leave. He was already home, in Kezzain, where the annoying Prince of Gathia was annoying him. It was like he was babysitting for an annoying brat!

“I don’t know why you’re mad at me- but frankly, I don’t care about your childish games. If you don’t want me to treat you like a child, stop acting like one.”

 

[Edric Blight]

Weylin rolled his eyes and turned around to face Sorren. “Oh brother,” he groaned. “If it was up to me, I wouldn’t be here talking to you in the first place,” he said. “The only reason why I’m here if because my mother wants me here and I’m not going to cause any trouble by declining to accompany her,” said Weylin.

“Clearly you’re the child here if you don’t have the common sense to connect the dots and find out why I’m crossed with you,” spat Weylin. “Whatever, I don’t need to carry on with this rubbish conversation anyways,” he said, brushing it off. “Just stay away from my sister…” he warned.

 

[spongiecake]

Sorren raised his eyebrows in shock. Why was the Prince being so- so stubborn!

“No, Weylin, you just love the attention and negativity!” he snapped. “You just love to bask in this negative cloud you’ve trapped me under. If you wanted to make up with me, you would have used your words like a man to tell me what’s bothering you!”

Sorren then turned away from the Prince as he folded his arms, huffing away his irritation. The Prince’s shoulders were raised from his anger, but they soon relaxed. When Sorren spoke again, his voice was raspy yet soft.

“I have no intentions with your sister- and, it seems that now, I don’t have any intentions to be seen with you either,” he said.

Sorren then turned back, facing Weylin once more. He kept his eyes down as he walked past him.

“Just enjoy the castle for all I care. I have better things to do than babysit.”

 

[Edric Blight]

Weylin furrowed his brow and felt rage bubbling up inside of him. As Sorren snapped, so did he too. He turned around to face Sorren and took an angry step closer to the Kezzainian prince. “I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be!” shouted Weylin. “It’s such a damn shame that you’re the next in line for the throne of this beautiful kingdom because surely you’re going to ruin it with your lack of common sense and basic knowledge!” he yelled.

“You should’ve really paid better attention in lectures, you fool,” he spat. “You know exactly what’s bothering me. Maybe if you were a real man or a half decent person you’d know that!” yelled Weylin. “You’re a snake and a liar! You lied to me, Sorren, and then come back after eight years and act like everything’s ok?” Weylin said loudly, yelling at the Kezzainian prince’s back.