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Evan's/Vanoss' POV
I pace back and forth in my bedroom, awaiting news about my father. I hope he lives. Not only is he my father, but he's the king of Vantopia! If he dies than I'll have to take the throne! I'm not old enough yet! The rule book says that I have to be at least thirty years of age and I'm only twenty-four! Will father still pass down his throne to me or will it go to my uncle?! My uncle has wanted the throne for a long time now, I'm sure father will pass it to him! Won't he? "Master Fong. Your father awaits you in his sleeping courters." One of our butlers says after knocking on my bedroom door. I take a long, deep, well-needed breath before leaving my room and entering my father's bedroom. I walk over to his bed and sat in the chair that was provided for me. I scoot it closer to my father's bed so I can be by his side. I stare at his old, green, wrinkled face. His old chocolate eyes lost three hues of brown, making them seem more cold and lifeless. He shakily turns his head to face me. He gives me a weak, toothless smile and holds out his old, boney hand. I take his hand in mine and hold it tightly for this may be the last time I ever hold them. I try to take in all of his features so I can make sure I never forget his fatherly face. "Evan, my son. You realize what must be done today, don't you?" My father asks. "Yes father, but may I ask why you won't pass the throne over to my uncle. The rule book says that I am not old enough to become a King, but your brother is plenty old enough to inherit the throne." I question while holding his hand close to my heart. "A King is an honorable man whom cares more about his subjects and their own being than his own. Your uncle is a self-centered, power hungry, heartless man. He is not fit for the title 'King'." Father answers, he's voice slowly fading. A tear slid down my face as I stared down at my dying father. "Don't worry, my dear Evan. I will keep you safe beyond my grave. I have assigned some of the best knights in all of YouTopia for you to pick from. YeeewwwwTeeeeewwwwb!!!!! You may only choose one, so choose wisely." He explains while staring into my chocolate brown eyes that used to resemble his own. "How will I know which one is the best for me?" I ask. He chuckles. "Ahh, you'll know when you see him." Father grins up at me as his eyes begin to drift close. "No, no, no, no! Father! Wait! Don't go! Not yet!" I plead as I carefully shake him in attempt to keep him awake. "Goodbye, my sweet child. Make your mother and I proud." He says before departing from this world and into the afterlife. I grit my teeth and try my best to hold in the rest of my tears. I wipe the remainder of tears off of my face and stand up from my chair. I lay the blankets over his cold, lifeless face. People say when a person dies they look like they are in a peaceful sleep. That is way too far from the truth. Father didn't look peaceful at all. He looked emotionless and pale. That's the only way I can describe it. Emotionless and pale. I step out of the room to see the same butler from earlier waiting at the door for me. "Fathers last wishes are for me to inherit the throne. Add him to the tapestry." I order. It's a tradition that every time a family member were to pass away, their image would be sewn into the tapestry that hangs high above the King and Queen's trones. Mother and my unborn baby sister are already up there, and today my father will be up there as well. I walk through the various hallways, thinking about what father had asked me to do. When do I pick a guardian to protect me a I rule? When will I get to pick him? As if reading my mind, the commander of our army confronts me in the dining room. "Prince Evan, your majesty, I have prepared six solders for you to choose from to be your personal guard." The commander addresses me with a salute. "There's no need to salute me, good sir. Just lead me to your chosen warriors." I say before following the man to our training camps. He collects his finest solders and presents them to me. "Ten-hut!" The commander shouts. Each solder throws their right hand in the air and salutes me. "Take your pick." The commander says whilst gesturing to his men. I let my eyes drift between each of them. They all wore large, bulky armor. Their armor shines so bright it's almost blinding, showing that they had been cleaned and polished before being presented. What did father mean when he said I'd know which one to pick? None of these men really catch my eye, they're all the same! I let out a sigh and scan over them a few more times. Just as I'm about to give up hope, I see a solder leaning against the barracks sharpening his long knife. Instead of bulky, shining armor, the man wore chain mill with a thin layer of dirty, worn-out silk underneath it. From what I can see, he has dark brown hair and stunning, lightning blue eyes that take my breath away. "I want that one." I say, pointing towards the blue-eyes knight.
Jonathan's/Delirious' POV
I stretch as I hop off my uncomfortable bed in the knight's barracks. Why did I ever join the knights anyways? They're suck jerks! All they do is walk around the town acting like they're better than everyone else! I wish I had known that before I enrolled into the knight program! They don't judge people by their hearts, they judge them by their looks and their ranks. Of course, since I'm only in the second to last ranking, I'm one of the many victims to their mean and hurtful words. I swear if it wasn't illegal I'd kill them all, but of course, laws are against me just like everyone else. I internally groan. "Attention fellas! I will be escorting Prince Evan here to personally pick one of you to be his bodyguard, so I want all six of you to get ready!" Commander Banzai demands the six lucky trainees. They quickly put on the newly polished armor and lined up. Eventually the one and only Prince Evan of Vantopia arrived at our camp. I lean against my barrack and sharpen my Machete. I sneak a peek at the Prince and study his features. Jet black hair. Chocolate brown eyes. Elegant. Skeptical. I let out a small huff and go back to sharpening my knife. "I want that one." I hear the Prince say. I turn to see who he's pointing at to see that he's pointing at me...