Chapter 4: Effects of Pain
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Palace of Virata
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Prince Ivaan limped into the dining hall, feeling weary and wounded. He had just returned from a battle, where he had led his army to victory over a hostile kingdom of Raynar. He had fought bravely and mercilessly, killing many enemies and taking their land. He had also received a wound on his chest and leg which was stitched and throbbing.
He expected to be greeted with some respect and honor, as the most successful and powerful warrior in the realm when none of his half-brothers dared to go on wars.
But he received none of that inside the palace. Instead, he received contempt and disdain, and labelled as the rebel and troublemaker of the court. He received indifference and neglect, as the and shame of the king within his house.
He looked at his father, the king, who was sitting at the head of the table. He was a weak and cowardly ruler, who cared only for his wealth and his pleasures by this time, his father was completely gone now there stood a low witted husband of his step mother a puppet. He was ignoring his son, and talking to his wife, the queen, who was smiling and deceiving him he wondered if the king was being slowly drugged lowering his wits.
He glanced at his half brothers, who were sitting next to the king and the queen Zain being the nearest, They were his rivals and enemies, who envied and hated him. They were plotting and scheming, to take his place and his glory. They were smirking and sneering, at his expense and his misery.
He turned to his half sister, who was sitting across from him. She was his ally or enemy he could never understand. She was shy and silent, in contrast to her brother's noise and fury.
He felt a pang of affection as he thought of his mother, who was not at the table. She was his mentor and protector, who loved and raised him.
She was the only thing that kept bringing him back to this house his mother was long gone but her memories and learning still lingered in this palace the beloved queen, the servents adored her wall filled with her painting and art as she herself was an artist, his father had restricted anyone to change any of those paintings one good thing his father had done ever since...
He walked towards them, limping hoping to not getting noticed and mocked for that.
But he was soon stopped by his father's voice, which was cold and harsh. He said:
"Ah, the prodigal son returns, finally decided to show your face after months,we were wondering if you would ever return. Or if you would die on the battlefield, like a dog."the king said coldly.
Ivaan ignored his father's harsh words and took his seat at the table. He was hungry and tired, and he had no desire to engage in a pointless argument. He just wanted to return to his room.
"Your father is right, Ivaan," the queen said, her voice dripping with venom. "You keep staying away more and more when a family that loves you so much keeps waiting for you Love."
Ivaan smiled at that it almost seemed real only if you leave the face of the queen the smirk evident on her face while she faked her affection in front of the king.
Ivaan glanced at his stepmother, who had always hated him for being the son of his father's first wife. She had tried to poison him several times, but he had always survived. He wondered if she had put something in his food, but he decided to take the risk. He was not afraid of death. Surely she won't try to kill him in front of the king will she?
"Leave him alone, mother," Zain said, his voice mocking. "He is just doing his duty, as a loyal prince and a brave warrior. He is serving the king and the kingdom"
Look who's defending him his loving brother who had failed so many attempts to kill him or exciled.
Ivaan looked at his half-brother, who was the exact opposite of him of what he seemed to put a show of being gentle and kind, but also timid and indecisive. He had no interest in war or politics, He was the favorite of his father and stepmother, who hoped that he would inherit the throne someday.
"Mother, I heard that you have returned from your journey. How did it go?" Zain asked innocently.
Ivaan looked between the mother son duo what is now they are plotting.
The Queen huffed a sigh "How do you think it went? Another princess refused to marry Ivaan. She said he was a monster and a tyrant, and that she would rather die than be his wife."
Zain feigned sympathy and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll find someone who will love him for who he is."
Ivaan scoffed and said, "Love? Who needs love? I don't need a wife who loves me why would I when I have all the love i could have from this family right in front of me, I would count my blessings."
Zain shook his head and said, "Brother, you don't understand, You can't make people respect you if you don't respect them. You are driving yourself and your kingdom to ruin. You need to have a family just like our own picture perfect if you want to be the king"
Ivaan's face turned red with anger and as he thought ofcourse just like this picture perfect family of his, how lucky the people are.
"Thank you, Zain, for your kind words and worries," Ivaan said, his voice cold and sarcastic. "But you are wrong. I am not serving the king or the kingdom. I am serving myself. I am the best prince and the best warrior in this land, and I deserve to be the king. And I will be, sooner or later. I'm just here to remind my beautiful family of the same." Ivaan said smiling sarcastically while munching down the Lunch. Only heavens knew how hungry he was.
"Ivaaan!!!!" His heard his father's roar the servents flinching, reminding the times the king had raised his voice he had became unfased to that.
He saw the fear and anger in his family's eyes, and he smiled. He enjoyed making them uncomfortable and nervous. He knew they were plotting against him, but he was not worried. He had started creating his own allies and supporters, who admired or yeild to his strength. He had his own army he had been gormin, who followed him with loyalty and devotion. He had his own plans, which he would execute when the time was right.
He finished his meal, and stood up. He bowed to his father, the king, and said, "Thank you for this lovely dinner, father. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening. And don't worry, I will not disturb you again for a while, I have other matters to attend to."
He turned to his stepmother, the queen, and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, mother. I appreciate your concern for my well-being." Whispering the rest
"And don't worry, I will not harm you or your son. I have no reason to worry."
He said tapping Zain's shoulder while walking out of the room.
He walked out of the dining hall, leaving his family in silence. He knew they did not believe him, and he did not care. He was lying, of course. He had every reason, every need, and every intention to harm them, challenge them, and take what was rightfully his. He was Prince Ivaan, the rebel, the tyrant, and the future king. And he would stop at nothing to achieve his destiny. Now he has a new problem to deal with now a princess who will willingly marry him, well should be least of his worries, there is no way he could bring such a minor inconvenience between his destiny.
He would have to seize his throne before his father goes completely out of his wits or any new plots his stepmother was planning.
And for that he had to tie down another human a princess with him for that so be it.
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Remy sol ð
Toasts to the happy Family.......well
I wanted to show the personality of Prince Ivaan how he grew up and shaped into a heartless human with the fake love and care.
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