Marigold was sweating from the work. She had dirt all over her face and arms. It was a hot summer morning, and as much as she wanted to not be doing this, she had to farm. Harvest season was almost here, but it didn't feel like it at all. The sun was glaring down at the earth, making the day hot. Marigold kept plowing through the soil. She was determined to finish the job, so she could go inside, to at least be out of the sun. The rough fabric of her dress was wet with sweat and clung to her back. Almost all of the farmland was plowed. All she had to do was was finish and then her mother could go in and plant the seeds. Usually, she didn't mind plowing the fields. She actually quite liked. It allowed her to think, but this heat really wasn't helping. She sighed, wiping the sweat from her forehead, looking at the fields that she had finished plowing. She picked up her skirts and walked into her house, sighing from being in some shade at last.

  Marigold quickly went to the well outside their house and got some water to clean herself off. She carried the wooden pale to her shared room. She quickly took off her dress and washed herself off. The water was warm. The day was so hot that even the ground couldn't keep the water cool. She used a piece of cloth to scrub off all the dirt as well as wash away any of the sweat. When she was finished, she lay the garment she just wore on her bed to remind herself that she would have to clean the dress. She opened up trunk where she kept all that she owned. She took out her only other working dress and pulled it on, as well as making to tie her self up in the front. Her blond hair was a mess, so she quickly pulled it out of the long braid she had it in, brushed it out with a comb, just to make sure that there were no knots, before braiding it again. she quickly slipped on her shoes again before heading outside. Thankfully her brother lived close enough to home, so it wasn't a far walk. She saw her mother planting the seeds in the field as she walked over to her brothers home.

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"Braxton, you have been practicing for hours! Wouldn't you at least like a break?" Braxton's servant and friend, Wesley asked. "No Wesley, I can't. The competition is coming up, and I must win," Braxton grumbles, as he pulls off his helmet, looking at his friend. "But you always win! Look, I understand you are also frustrated about what your father said to you, but I don't want you getting hurt," The servant says to his friend. "Wesley, what my father says has nothing to do with me practicing," Braxton snaps, swinging off his horse, and handing the reigns to another servant. His friend just shook his head. He knew that when his friend got angry, he would exert is anger into his work. "Okay," Wesley sighs, giving in. "Speaking of, do you know who will be coming to the joust that is coming up?" the prince asks, looking over at his friend. "I believe another kingdom will be coming. A supernatural kingdom mind you," his friend adds at the end. The prince nods, walking over to the stone castle.

Braxton walked into his room and shrugged off all the gear he was wearing, before calling a servant to get the bath. He probably smelled of horse and sweat and knew that father would not be pleased for him to come over to him, in all his gear, smelling terrible. He could feel the heat from outside inside his room, though the stone helped keep the castle quite cool. A tub was brought up to his room and was filled with water for him to bathe. The servants also brought soap to wash up. The prince quickly washed up, before drying and having a fresh pair of clothes brought to him.

Once he was dressed, and his hair was dry, Braxton walked over to his father. To say he was mad about not being able to become king without his mate, was an understatement. He was fuming about the fact that he couldn't become king. He had worked all his life to become king, and at the ripe old age of 22, he believed he should become king. His father had become king at an age even younger than he was now. But instead, he had to wait for his mate. He knocked on the door to his father's study, waiting for his father to give him permission to come in. When he hears a muffled "Come in", he opens the door and walks in, ready to once again fight his father on why he should be king.