Phoebus Talbit
Winsort's Third Prince
The Heir of Lockwood
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The journey was long and tiresome. Phoebus was unimpressed by the situation he was in. Being forced from his home by his father, to travel in a carriage for several weeks, only to
attempt to marry someone from this kingdom. It didn't help that he wasn't getting much sleep, so his mood was already foul. The escorts sent with him were eying him worriedly.
"Alright! You can back off, I'm not going to snap, okay?" Phoebus yelled to a particular guard who was looking more often than the others. He immediately stiffened at Phoebus's loud voice, and faced forward again. The carriage was nearing the city of Plamar now. Soon he would have the opportunity to sleep in a real bed again. It seemed almost like forever since he had had a good nights rest. Though, a comfy bed was not likely to help with Phoebus's eternal tiredness. Even in the comfiest bed, with the softest pillows, it was almost certain that he would not have a pleasant sleep.
They pulled up to the gates of the great city, a guard coming over and speaking to one of his. Once it was established whom he was, they were let through. The streets were wide and full of bustling citizens. The stone bricks were all clean, and the people were properly clothed. They weren't in extravagant things, but they had more than the citizens back in Winsort. Phoebus remembers his people as filthy and sad. These people were washed and seemed happy. Phoebus frowned. He disliked the idea of his home country being inferior to this place.
Even though he had been thrown out like yesterday's garbage, Phoebus still felt loyal to his country. Weather that loyalty would last once it truly set in that he was abandoned, was hard to determine with Phoebus's unpredictable attitude. Once the carriage was in view of the castle, Phoebus smirked. His castle was much grander. He didn't smile for long. Again, it faded as he thought of the reason why his castle was larger. They gave less to the care of their citizens. That was clear by the attitudes of the people here in relation to their lessor castle. Phoebus's frown deepened. He knew he wasn't going to enjoy himself. Not until he found a way back home, before he had done too many comparisons. He didn't want to regard his country as depressing, though it really was. The place was uncaring and selfish. Where the rich made themselves richer by trampling the poor.
Phoebus shuddered at the thought as the vehicle stopped. One of his guards opened his door and a beam of sunshine cascaded into the hub. Squinting, Phoebus stepped out onto the light brown and grey brick path. They had gotten to the castle, a procession of people all standing by the open doors, waiting to greet the prince. Flashing a dazzling and rehearsed smile, Phoebus waved gently to the group. He saw many of them smile back in welcome, a few even nodding in approval to each other.
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