Post by Prince James on Feb 13, 2015 14:21:41 GMT -5
My earliest memory starts at my mother's funeral. It was at the age of 5 that I lost her and together with her my ability to love. From that moment on it was a blur of tutors, swordfighting and other royal agendas. It wasn't until my early teen years that I've noticed the effect I could have on women. But then with a square jaw like I have it's not hard to fall in love with. From scullery maid to noble man's daughter, I have had the pleasure of experiencing each of their pleasures. The only princess that I've not been able to get in my bed was my betrothed Snow White. Amply named because she's more fridget than a snowstorm. Thank the heavens that the monstrosyty of that marriage contract was cancelled. It would have been way more cold inside my bed during the winter.
My father used to believe that the people of the kingdom would come to a ball simply to be attended and to be seen, but in reality they all just came because I was the one that made them perfect. I have a fine love of luxury, everything must be perfect. Wine, clothing, jewelry,swords. My life must be a reflection of myself. Of course this could cause a bit of a dilemma. What happens when you run out of money? You would think that the king would take care of that, but alas no. When in doubt, not a king, but a prince must fix it.
Enter my latest dalliance, Jack, who was a woman, told me tales of her slaughtering the Gabber wocky in a far of land called Wonderland. it was because of that I chose her for my latest trist. And just when we were about to get down to business, my father entered and started demanding that we should go after a giant who had wandered into our land.
Long story short, Jack's dead, I got a treasure, economy fixed.
But all good times come to an end. With Regina, the Evil Queen, ending the trade between our two kingdoms, we were forced once more to find income in other places.
King Midas, you may have heard of him, the guy with the golden touch. It was only fitting that he met me, the guy with the golden face. He was holding a tournament to find the bravest and most noble warrior of the land and I thought: 'hey, I have a Saturday'
I fought this man who was called a behemoth, fittingly named, the guy had the looks of a mountain but he was no match for my cunning, my agility. I slayed him with ease. I didn't even break a sweat. I became Midas's champion. It was a glorious moment for him and of course for me.
He turned my already wealthy looking sword into the most expensive blade you could imagine. Gold, enterily gold.
But after that (and here comes the tragic part for all the ladies) the Behemoth that I'd thought had slayed was playing dead. He unexpectedly raised and stabbed me through the torso. And that's where the first part of our tell ends.
Were there sonnets written and women crying over me? Probably....
can I tell you? No... I was dead, how could I know?
Next thing I know, I'm in a grave. Unburried and in a grave, an unmarked one.
My father used to believe that the people of the kingdom would come to a ball simply to be attended and to be seen, but in reality they all just came because I was the one that made them perfect. I have a fine love of luxury, everything must be perfect. Wine, clothing, jewelry,swords. My life must be a reflection of myself. Of course this could cause a bit of a dilemma. What happens when you run out of money? You would think that the king would take care of that, but alas no. When in doubt, not a king, but a prince must fix it.
Enter my latest dalliance, Jack, who was a woman, told me tales of her slaughtering the Gabber wocky in a far of land called Wonderland. it was because of that I chose her for my latest trist. And just when we were about to get down to business, my father entered and started demanding that we should go after a giant who had wandered into our land.
Long story short, Jack's dead, I got a treasure, economy fixed.
But all good times come to an end. With Regina, the Evil Queen, ending the trade between our two kingdoms, we were forced once more to find income in other places.
King Midas, you may have heard of him, the guy with the golden touch. It was only fitting that he met me, the guy with the golden face. He was holding a tournament to find the bravest and most noble warrior of the land and I thought: 'hey, I have a Saturday'
I fought this man who was called a behemoth, fittingly named, the guy had the looks of a mountain but he was no match for my cunning, my agility. I slayed him with ease. I didn't even break a sweat. I became Midas's champion. It was a glorious moment for him and of course for me.
He turned my already wealthy looking sword into the most expensive blade you could imagine. Gold, enterily gold.
But after that (and here comes the tragic part for all the ladies) the Behemoth that I'd thought had slayed was playing dead. He unexpectedly raised and stabbed me through the torso. And that's where the first part of our tell ends.
Were there sonnets written and women crying over me? Probably....
can I tell you? No... I was dead, how could I know?
Next thing I know, I'm in a grave. Unburried and in a grave, an unmarked one.