Prince. From birth to now. "Good morning your Majesty. Good night your highness. Would you like anything your majesty?" The repetitive pace of life was such a drag. The pampered life. A poor man's dream, yet his worst nightmare. Unlike this Prince, his parents were the definition of rich snobs. Entire definition. From the expectation of a servant by their side, to the fancy crowns they loved to wear. On the upside, they did know how to run a kingdom. It was hard to believe he was related to him. And these parents, the king and queen, were hosting a party in one of the largest mansions in Australia. Why? Because they could afford it. Because they hadn't had a good party in a month or so.
"Come one Prince-"
"I'm coming, I'm coming. I just had to fix my tie."
"Oh sir I could-"
"No thank you. I can do it myself, I'm not a little kid anymore. No need to treat me like one Sarah."
The female servant bowed her apologies and scurried off.
The prince sighed and looked at a box entitled. Prince Tyler .
In it, sat a cliche shiny silver crown, decorated with green jewels to march his eye color. His father told him something about, not getting the gold crown until he was king. It was something he didn't want to wear, along with the million dollar tuxedo he wore. (A but of an exaggeration, but I'm sure you'd get the point.)
Time passed and Tyler was now weaving through the crowds of party goers with the only person he enjoyed having around. His personal guard. For some reason, the guard never had a name- at least not in Tyler's mind. From the time he the guard was entrusted to Tyler, which was around his tenth birthday, all the way to now, the guard was only Sir. It was a bit formal for a guard, and his parents didn't like the title, but Tyler did, and his guard didn't disagree. "You do realize you're not going to get far right. It's not hard to spot you in the crowd of rich people. 'Out of place' is written all over you."
The prince rolled his eyes and began to protest to his guard.
Tyler cringed and turned to his mother. Dang it, his mother found him. Maybe he was a bit obvious. "Yes mother." Around her, flocked four guards dressed in black.
"Dear, you're not wearing your crown. Did you not get in the box?"
"I know, I know. I'm going to get it now." Before she could speak again, Tyler disappeared. And his burly guard was right behind him. He was trained for these types of things. And he was accustomed to Tyler's disappearing acts.
"Anything you'd like your majesty?" The bartender said as he mixed drinks. Tyler plopped onto a stool and looked over at his guard approaching. He was never too far away. "I'd hate to play hide and seek with you." Tyler laughed as the guard leaned against bar.
"Just a water for both of us." Tyler nodded his agreement.
His attention then turned to a woman at the bar next to him. Everyone else was out mingling, yet she was by herself. "What's a lady like you doing here by yourself?" Tyler didn't mean to come off flirting right off the back. He had a bit more class than that. Though, when the opportunity came, he wouldn't be afraid to jump. Two glasses of water were placed in front of them. "Thanks."