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Alison

The young women gave him a small smile and nodded, “I do, yes. His father was once a royal guard while my father was king, as soon as my uncle took over - he threw everyone out who wouldn’t bow down and listen to his every word and replaced them with people he could easily brainwash. Which is why my uncle and I don’t get along at all, kind of like fire and water. You can have both of them together without one killing the other.”  She commented, watching the young boy once more as he finally disappeared. “But his father was not only a guard I grew up around, but a long-time friend of my fathers. He was able to stay employed as a guard for a short period.” She added, sighing softly.

He had gotten himself fired because of her, she had gotten into a huge argument with her uncle and her uncle had gone to hit her - James father, Anthony had put himself in between the two royalty to protect the princess. When he had refused to move out of the way, my uncle sent him away - warning him never to step foot in the castle again if he valued his son’s life. The princess glanced toward the man a moment, recognizing the name of the kingdom - remembering her father telling her if she ever ran into men from there to get away as quickly as she could. He made her promise never to lead them back to her own kingdom, knowing he wouldn’t stand a chance if a war broke out.

“Well, maybe someone can knock my uncle down a few pegs like he deserves - it’s much too long overdue.” She pointed out, aware that her uncle would never turn down a challenge if someone happened to challenge him. Yet no one from her kingdom would dare challenge him, they feared he would seek vengeance on them after the tournament concluded. Only moments passed before she heard the voice she didn’t want to hear until it was time for the tournament, looking over her shoulder to notice her uncle moving toward them - a guard on each his left and right, along with two guards following along behind him. It didn’t surprise Alison in the slightest bit that her uncle was trying to make himself look good.

:Why don’t you go back to the throne room? That’s what you need to learn, to be seen - not heard, Alison.” His voice was rather deep, but it was cold and emotionless. Damon had flinched, knowing this always caused fights between the King and Princess, but he didn’t dare speak up or move toward the two of them. He stayed where he was, no planning on getting between them. The young woman shot him a warning look, hating them ‘I’m better then you’ look on his face, thinking he could order whoever around whenever he wanted. Like normal, Ali was not going to have it - her uncle might have been the king, but that didn’t mean he could control her life or what she did. She was her own person with her own life.

“No, that’s exactly what you are good for - but you don’t really deserve the throne. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were the one to poison my father so you could get the throne while he lay sick in his bed, I would never put killing your own blood past you to get what you want.” She muttered, keeping his eyes on her uncle as his face slowly began to redden with anger. “Not to mention during this tournament you’ll do nothing beside sick there stuffing your face and trying to figure out how to steal the next man’s wife you want to sleep with because you know as well as I do if you face anyone - they will have you on the ground begging for mercy like the coward you are.” She added, watching his face suddenly turn bright red.

She was prepared for what was coming, yet she didn’t flinch or move away. She stayed where she was as the guards glanced questionably toward their king, unsure of what to do. They surely couldn’t arrest the princess could they? The young women watched her uncle, waiting to see what he would do - aware that he wouldn’t so much as try to lay a hand on her in public. It was just fun on her part to get him like this in public, to let her people know she was on their side - that she wouldn’t be pushed around by him. “You can’t do a thing until you marry, you’ll never rule - no man would want to deal with a women who can’t keep her mouth shut.” He uncle warned, voice filling with anger.

“Women are meant to be seen, not heard…you are seen and heard and I have finally had enough of it!” He uncle snapped, taking a quick step toward the princess - she still refused to move, keeping her eyes on him.

The young princess' father smiled as he slowly stood when the two men entered, waiting for them to introduce themselves before he spoke. "Hello, I'd like to welcome you both to the Kingdom of Thydyatha! My name is Damon, this is my older brother Demitri, I'm afraid my daughter - the princess, Alison is off wandering somewhere and should be joining us any moment. However, it is a pleasure to meet you both." He spoke, his voice deep yet hints of weakness popped up every few words. Whatever he was ill with was still putting up a fight no matter the herbs he tried, his brother - Demitri merely rolled his eyes, clearly not pleased that his brother allowed his daughter to wander around on her own free will wherever she pleased to go. He always told his younger brother that he gave the girl too much freedom, trying to point out that he should be allowing her to choose who she married.

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