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Notes on this Chapter:

Malx, Prince of Petican's, more information in Chapter Two.
Azeban, Princess of Lamorta, More information in part Two and Three.
Queen Azala, More information in Chapter One.
Servant Leai, Servant to Prince Malx and King Galadel.



"Where's my coat?" Malx cried, stomping throughout his chamber, witch was only the size of a small castle. His walls lines with silver hangings for luck and fertility. The things Malx had never cared about, but only kelt them for memory of his beloved mother who had died three years before. Malx had the day banded into his mind, unthankful of the night. Brown window panes held spiders and their young, from Malx's lack of cleanliness, and from refusing any slave or servant in his quarters.
The Prince swept a lock of golden hair from his eyes, his palms sweaty as he though coat after coat from his closet. "Peach, Cotton, Linen, Swave, Deer-hide. " He spoke each color or attribute as each hit the floor. Eventually, Malx gave in, and stormed from his chamber. The Blonde man had heard the snickers behind his back, and turned sharply, pushing the closest servant towards the stairs. "Keep your mouth shut from now on, Leai." He spat on the floor in front of the boy before storming on.

"I am not wearing that, Mother." Aze spoke boldly, leaning back in her silver training suit. She often dressed more of a males perspective, since her training had led to being able to move quietly.
"Its an abomination to myself. Why can't I wear something I want to wear?"
"Because your not meeting some Man your father trades with, were meeting with a potential husband." Azala spoke softly, sitting back in one of her Daughter's chairs as she blinked jade coded eyes.
"Your leaving dad?" Azeban asked, gasping quietly. Half of her mind told her is wasn't true, not including the laws that kept women from leaving men, and the other half told her it was. She leaned forward slightly, warching her mother expectantly.
"No. Not for me. I'm content with Frul, Azeban." Her mother answered with a soft chuckle, pulling a purple satin dress from Azeban's closet. "How about this one, Aze? It gives your face and lovely green eyes a highlight." She spoke, holding against Azeban's body softly.
"Mother, why do I have to meet this suitor. I'll marry when I marry. I'm not even old enough to get married yet, I'm only 18!" Azeban protested, staring coldly at her mother.
"Meeting him before your of age can prepare you, and you won't have any other suitors, Aze. He's the only man." Azala finally spoke, sitting in a chair across the room with a soft sigh.
"If I were a boy I'd already be ruling, and j wouldn't need to marry yet." Aze spat, picking up the purple dress and stockings as she started for her small room.

Within hours, both royal family's had departed from their homes, in the undivided attention of their people.
"Wave to them, Malx, now." Galadel scolded his sun, placing a smile over his scowling face. To imagine that his unruly son would soon take his place on the Lamorta throne, and unite the Petican and Lamorta Kingdom. What Chaos would that bring.
Malx scowled at his father, eventually opening his curtain and giving a curt wave to the closest people that scattered the ground.
"When I rule these two kingdoms, their will be no more disease ridden, starving..animals amount the streets. They will be forced else where while the rich and plenty can live here. And this girl will not step my plans either. She will listen go me, and find reason." Malx ran though in his mind sharply, pulling his curtain close hastily.

Azeban rode atop of her black mare, Femol, smiling as she passed several people along the streets.
"Hello Princess Azeban!"
"May god see you Princess Azeban!"
Azeban smiled to them, reaching her soft hand out as it gave comfort to each of them that she would keep them safe. She slid her hands beside her as the end of the Kingdom became more clear.
"Mother, Father, I'll go alone from here." Azeban had told them, turning to look at her parents who were in a carriage, pulled by four white horses.
"I think not," Azeban's mother chimed in quickly, pulling herself closer to the window. "None of us know this man from more than a few leters."

It was minutes later that Princess Azeban and Prince Malx's eyes met, and hatred was born

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:O EPIC!!!!!

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xD Turns out that Chaoter three is gonna be three parts long xD

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Awesomeness. Theres only one thing I have to say:
God is capitalized, and a few spelling errors is it. Other then that, its perfect! :3

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I've always got some spelling mistakes xD I know that much, OMOz xDD

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