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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.
King Frul, Rules The peaceful kingdom of Lamorta.
King Galadel, rules the Petican's kingdom. Wife died from disease three years ago.

Lean and tall he was, his skin perfectly toned and light weight. Tall as well. He was Handsome, yes, extremely. But their was something about this man, perhaps it was his unruly scowl, or the way he stepped from the carriage, kicking blankly at the servant offering it's back as a step stool.
Azeban's green eyes stared at him, searching him over; before she had realized, it was her mother tapping at her knee to dismount Femol and walk out to meet her future husband. She did as she knew oh so well, full of assumptions.
Black hair and green eyes, short and well faired, He stared hard at the girl. She was nothing compared to the Wenches that served ale in the common alehouses. He stood in his spot along the two kingdoms borders, letting his deep blue gaze sweep across the lands of the kingdom crap would rule in soon years. Again, nothing compared to the large fertile lands of Petican.
"You must be Prince Malx." Azala greeted, stretching out an inviting hand generously. Her jade gaze swept over Malx crudely, like ice cold daggers on the coldest of winter night as she cut cleanly.
Malx was obviously uninterested in meeting Azeban's parents as he took Azala's hand, only since she was higher in rank than himself. Pulling his hand back at a respectable speed, he nodded. "Yes. Prince Malx. An Honor to meet the Royal Family of the Lamorta kingdom." He said, giving the smallest of bows he had always been taught to do.
King Galadel casually strolled from the carriage, lightly prodding the grass as ge swept peacefully. As a mane of above Sixty, Galadel was able to do what his soon to be twenty year old could do; though his bones would ache and groan afterward.
"Ah, we finally meet in person, Queen Azala, King Frul." He said, raising his chin high, if he were superior. "A pleasure to meet the parents of our soon to be queen." He spoke boldly, knowing it infuriated Azala on the inside to give her daughter to him.
"You both as well, King Galadel and Prince Malx." Frul chimed in, resting a strong hand on his wife's shoulder, helping her though her pain. "Open plains are always a welcoming spot for first impressions.." He stated, glance at the two children, staring coldly at each other.
Azeban was the one to break their glare, looking up at her father with softly narrowed eyes. She turned on her heel and mounted Femol, "I'm going for a short ride, you can come if you want, Prince Malx." She spoke, obviously unamused by the Prince's belligerent nature. She tapped Her black mares side softly but with an urgent undertone and Femol spurred forward, keeping at a soft trot.
Malx stared after her, demanding one of the carriage horses rudely from a servant. After a few minutes, the white stallion was handed off, and Malx dug his heels deep into it's white coat, and lurched forward at a quick pace to catch up.
Azeban and Femol sat perched beneath a blooming apple blossom, the mare casually grazing as her owner reached for an apple.
Malx stared hard as he pulled the stallion to a quick stop, not caring that the beast's bit was sharp against the side of it's mouth, and began throwing it's head. Before he could speak a word, Azeban had him silenced.
"Let's make things straight, shall we Malx," Azeban said sharply, putting black strands of her hair behind her ear, pierced with a fine red jewel. "I don't like you, Don't touch me at any cost, or I will strike." She threatened, hoping from her black mares white saddle easily, and started for Malx's white horse. [color=800080]"And you shouldn't be rough with your stallion, you'll make it lame if you keep the way you are."[/color] She spoke her green eyes narrowed as she yanked the reigns from his hands, and removed the sharp bit from the white stallions mouth. "Keep metal out of it's mouth, Malx." She said sharply, laying the bridle on Femol's saddle. Azeban then gather things from Femol's saddle pouch, and slid the cotton into the stallions mouth after forcing him to open up.
Malx stared down at Azeban sharply, his green eyes like sharp blades, thirsty for power and her obedience. "Azeban, we are not here to talk of horses. Introduce yourself and I will do so, then we can part for our marriage ideals." He said, slapping the stallions side sharply.
Azeban reached out to slap him, but yanked her hand away at a close distance. "Prince Azeban, the third of three children from Frul and Azala. People say I'm gifted with blades and horses. Both of my older brothers died at birth, leaving me the rightful heir of Lamorta." She said sharply, pain seeping deep into her already poised heart at her brothers spoken. Fent and Ulan had been twin brothers, uncommon and bad for the throne. Fate must've know as it took them both at their first glance at life. "You now, like it really matter." She spat bitterly, her voice low.
Malx listen to her speak with uninterested eyes. "Prince Malx, Prince of the Peticans. I have no brothers or sisters and I have extensive knowledge of war and strategies. My mother died three years ago from and unknown disease that plagues twenty other females." He said, raising his chin as he sat back in his stallions crudely built saddle. A mockery to the lavished Petican kingdom. "We've both had losses, let it not blind us in our lath of marriage and rule." He then added, sneering.
Azeban didn't hold back this time as she slapped his face sharply, and threw his bridle on the ground. She mounted her horse with ease as her purple dress ripped into slits, the way if was made. She veered Femol to a Side-step in front of him as his held his bleeding cheek. She hadn't know she had reached for her blade that was now blooded. "Listen to me, Brute. If I marry you, you will stand beneath me, not before me." She spat sharply, if looks could kill, he would have been dead hours ago. "Return to your kingdom Malx, you are not wanted." She spat on the ground before him, kicking her mares sides as she turned for a far off tree. "Alright Femol, just like at home," She told the mare with a soft voice, steering her into a smooth canter to make large circles around the tree, it's leaves outstretched in a loving embrace to the suns rays. Azeban stripped off the dress, revealing her silk tunic and plain trousers, no shoes as she slid to her feet atop of Femol. She sheathed her dark green blade, keeping her balance along her mares canter as she cleaned Malx's blood on her shirt.
Malx stared after her, his teeth clenched as he held to his bleeding cheek. He kicked the stallions heel rudely, knowing it wouldn't bolt; it had been trained to stay until it's master said it could move. Though what Malx had forgotten was that the stallion was not his horse, but instead the stables managers, and it had bolted for the Carriage, leaving him to either follow Princess Azeban or file back to go home, and tell that the girl had opened his cheek. After standing for a moment, he decided to follow after Aze, and started forward, smearing his slowly drying blood along his linen pants.
Azeban's arms moved swiftly, her blade striking cleanly across the air, her eyes wide as she watched her careful steps along Femol's back. If not careful, she could strike herself or Femol, or fall to the ground and be trampled. She heard, and saw, Malx approaching and her glorious smile faded into a saddened scowl. She slid her blade into it's socket as she reached for a branch in the tree, swinging up with ease. "What do you want Malx?" She asked, crossing one of her legs over the other as she sat confident. Without her command, Femol kept her steady canter, refusing Malx a spot beneath her owner.
"To counter." He spat, looking up at her with fierce eyes. "You cut me! You warn me of touching you, and you cut me at the first words you don't want to hear!" He shouted up at her, his foot almost trampled as he took a daring step forward.
"Ahla." Azeban said sharply, Femol coming to a slow stop. "Prince Malx, if you can not read a person to tell why they did things, then why are you here. I struck you because you are a naïve person, with little more common sense then worm that is eaten by everyone!" She spat back, Vemon curled in her words as she kept from the branch to stand beside her mare. "Now go home, Malx!" She said, glaring at him.
Malx kept his ground, taking in her words like a blade through meat. After a minute, he turned on his heel and stomped towards his carrots, climbing in without a word to his father for Azala and Frul.

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