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husband.
“Well, whatever their intention they must be stopped.”
“Ines, do you feel you can handle this?”
“Of course father, I will not let you or the villagers down.”
“ That is my boy.” The King smiled.
Prince Marco seethed with fury, looking jealously at his younger brother.
“Marco, I presume as usual, you have no interest?”
Marco responded quickly.
“If that is your opinion of me father, there is little I can do.”
“Right, there it is then. The matter is settled. Ines, I leave it in your hands.”
Ines bowed before his mother and father, and quickly left to the drawing room, to gather the troops and prepare for the oncoming battle.
A little while later, as Ines was drawing out the battle plans, Marco entered the room.
“I won’t let you down father. Not you or the troops.” Marco mimicked Ines in a high-pitched voice.
Ines did his best to ignore him. Marco made a sucking sound.
“That is what you sound like, sucking Mummy and Daddy’s bottom all the time.”
“Listen Marco, if you have no interest in helping to solve these genuine concerns and issues facing the country that is not my problem. Now please leave me, I do not have time for this now. There is a battle about to commence. I would gladly appreciate your support, but if all you are going to do is be mean to me then please leave.”
“I’m gone brother. I’ll be having a great time having a party while you engage in your battle with a bunch of losers. If ever you feel like having a bit of fun instead of being so serious all the time, do let me know.” Marco stormed out of the room as Ines shook his head.
Ines tried not to let his brother hurt him. He set about focusing on the battle. In truth Ines was an exceptionally kind and compassionate person. He cared about people and animals immensely. He was always protecting and rescuing birds, he was careful never to kill any creature, and he hated the idea of any living thing ever being hurt.
It was his heart that drove him in to battle that evening, not, as Marco suggested, his desire to please Mummy or Daddy, or steal Marco’s future throne from him. For that was the real issue at stake. The family and the people believed that Ines would make a better King, yet Marco, being the eldest, was next in line to the throne.
The truth of the matter was that Ines did not hunger for power the way Marco did, however he did care about people.
Ines was lonely, he did not spend much time with others, yet he would busy himself learning, reading or drawing. He tried as best he could to live his life well.
Chapter III
Prince Marco lay on the red velvet colored sofa in his palace quarters, being fed grapes by his favorite courtesan, Annabelle. Around him troubadours played their instruments, and women lay half naked, dancing, reading poetry and massaging Marco, as he smiled and titillated them. Red wine and whisky flowed freely. For Marco, life was just one long party, and he could not understand why anyone would choose to live any differently. Marco was a dashing prince, with dark dancing eyes, chiseled features and a strong physique. His younger brother Ines too was incredibly good looking, yet with more delicate angelic features, however the two boys could not have been more different.
“Oh Annabelle! It exasperates me so! You should have heard him.”
He made the sucking sound.
“Yes Mummy, yes Daddy….”
He imitated his younger brother. “It is like he has no soul, no personality of his own. He only exists to do what Mummy and Daddy tell him. He never puts a foot wrong. It drives me crazy! Making me look like the wild card all the time.”
“You are a wild card.” Annabelle, with her hair softly flowing over her large breasts said provocatively.
Marco looked at her flirtatiously with a cheeky smile.
“True. But that doesn’t mean he has to be so goody two shoes, all the time, and I mean all the time.
“Well, whatever their intention they must be stopped.”
“Ines, do you feel you can handle this?”
“Of course father, I will not let you or the villagers down.”
“ That is my boy.” The King smiled.
Prince Marco seethed with fury, looking jealously at his younger brother.
“Marco, I presume as usual, you have no interest?”
Marco responded quickly.
“If that is your opinion of me father, there is little I can do.”
“Right, there it is then. The matter is settled. Ines, I leave it in your hands.”
Ines bowed before his mother and father, and quickly left to the drawing room, to gather the troops and prepare for the oncoming battle.
A little while later, as Ines was drawing out the battle plans, Marco entered the room.
“I won’t let you down father. Not you or the troops.” Marco mimicked Ines in a high-pitched voice.
Ines did his best to ignore him. Marco made a sucking sound.
“That is what you sound like, sucking Mummy and Daddy’s bottom all the time.”
“Listen Marco, if you have no interest in helping to solve these genuine concerns and issues facing the country that is not my problem. Now please leave me, I do not have time for this now. There is a battle about to commence. I would gladly appreciate your support, but if all you are going to do is be mean to me then please leave.”
“I’m gone brother. I’ll be having a great time having a party while you engage in your battle with a bunch of losers. If ever you feel like having a bit of fun instead of being so serious all the time, do let me know.” Marco stormed out of the room as Ines shook his head.
Ines tried not to let his brother hurt him. He set about focusing on the battle. In truth Ines was an exceptionally kind and compassionate person. He cared about people and animals immensely. He was always protecting and rescuing birds, he was careful never to kill any creature, and he hated the idea of any living thing ever being hurt.
It was his heart that drove him in to battle that evening, not, as Marco suggested, his desire to please Mummy or Daddy, or steal Marco’s future throne from him. For that was the real issue at stake. The family and the people believed that Ines would make a better King, yet Marco, being the eldest, was next in line to the throne.
The truth of the matter was that Ines did not hunger for power the way Marco did, however he did care about people.
Ines was lonely, he did not spend much time with others, yet he would busy himself learning, reading or drawing. He tried as best he could to live his life well.
Chapter III
Prince Marco lay on the red velvet colored sofa in his palace quarters, being fed grapes by his favorite courtesan, Annabelle. Around him troubadours played their instruments, and women lay half naked, dancing, reading poetry and massaging Marco, as he smiled and titillated them. Red wine and whisky flowed freely. For Marco, life was just one long party, and he could not understand why anyone would choose to live any differently. Marco was a dashing prince, with dark dancing eyes, chiseled features and a strong physique. His younger brother Ines too was incredibly good looking, yet with more delicate angelic features, however the two boys could not have been more different.
“Oh Annabelle! It exasperates me so! You should have heard him.”
He made the sucking sound.
“Yes Mummy, yes Daddy….”
He imitated his younger brother. “It is like he has no soul, no personality of his own. He only exists to do what Mummy and Daddy tell him. He never puts a foot wrong. It drives me crazy! Making me look like the wild card all the time.”
“You are a wild card.” Annabelle, with her hair softly flowing over her large breasts said provocatively.
Marco looked at her flirtatiously with a cheeky smile.
“True. But that doesn’t mean he has to be so goody two shoes, all the time, and I mean all the time.
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