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Crown Prince Rowan Jameson of Thirmos 



Rowan had woken that morning, from a glimmer of sunlight landing on his face, through a gap in his extravagant curtains. With a rub of his eyes, he pulled back the silk covers from his bed, and stepped his bare feet onto the cold marble floor. He stepped to a side table near the door, to where was placed a silver bowl filled with fresh fruit. He took from the bowl a peach, biting into it, enjoying his fruit of choice. As he finished, he placed the peach stone onto the table and took a silk napkin, wiping the juices that dribbled down his chin and into his shortly kept beard, and placed the napkin back onto the table. He dressed himself in his finest Royal Regalia. He had to look good today, for this was the day he would meet the Queen of Sevaviel, his future bride to be. Dressed in his finest clothes he fitted his sword and holster around his waist, and stepped out of the room, heading down to the main hall to eat breakfast proper. His father and sister were just leaving the room as he entered. He poked his head into the adjacent kitchen room.

“Cook! I need something to eat, and I need it fast. Bread and cheese will suffice. Bring it out to me when you are done, along with a goblet of wine.” He ordered, turning and taking a seat at the long table. He lent back into the comfortable fabric, contemplating to himself, wondering what his bride would be like. In less than a couple of minute a platter of bread, cheese and ham was served to him on a silver plate, along with a glass of red wine in an ornate goblet. It was never too early to start drinking in Rowans eyes. He slowly ate his way through the breakfast, and finished off his wine.  He then bided his time with a couple more goblets of wine, before the time came to meet the Queen Of Sevaviel.
He stood alongside his family, watching as the Queen and her entourage walked through the gigantic gate of the castle. He smiled as he saw her. Yes, she would do nicely. Although he couldn’t help but think that he would much rather be bedding her sister, Princess Elissa. He observed the others following her, the ladies in waiting, Juliet and Melanie, Lord Aldurin, and last, and, of course, least in Rowan’s eyes, Lachlan. The bastard.
He stood stoic, as his father spoke to the Queen, his eyes focused on Emilia. As his father led Emilia away to the gardens to speak in private, he spoke out.

“ Perhaps we can speak later, Emilia. Of course, this is up to you father, but might I suggest a feast in honour of the arrival of Her Majesty and her guests?” 
He then watched as Robert led the rest of those who had journeyed from Sevaviel. He followed them inside, keeping his distance behind them. He stopped, as he heard Robert speaking with great disrespect towards their guests. This angered him. He then enjoyed watching Aldurin put Robert in his place. He stepped forward, feeling the need to speak his own piece.

“ Well said, Lord Aldurin. In fact,” He said, drawing his sword and grabbing Robert by the front of his shirt, pushing him against the stone wall. He placed his sword against Robert’s neck.
“ Robert, when you disrespected our esteemed guests, you disrespect the entire Kingdom of Sevaviel, which might I remind you I will soon be the King of. You also disrespect Queen Emilia, my future bride to be. You need to learn your place, and if the next words out of your mouth aren’t a sincere apology towards our guests, I will ensure that you die slowly and painfully. Do you understand me?” He said, the anger evident in his voice, and the smell of wine on his breath surely seeping into Robert’s nostrils.
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