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DARK COWARD PRINCE
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PROTELLER JAMES


Copyright@ Proteller James 2018



This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's
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PRINCE RUNE

The room is blue with beautiful murals on the wall, hand painted by someone who knew what they were doing. The scene is of the stilt walkers that cruise down the county streets in the winter festival. The colours are like nothing else, vibrant, strong. No washed out blues and insipid baby colours, whoever he was. And it was a he,


THEY made their way into the bedroom to consumate their marriage, rowella stared at the room in awe, The room is like a perfect magazine cover. Rowella WAs afraid to sit in case she wrinkles the fabric or stain it with something she don't even know is on her. The couch is cream but inlaid with a fine green silk; leaves embroidered so delicately that they might have landed there in spring and just sunk in, but they both knew they took hundreds of hours to sew. The white curtains are linen, the kind of white that is untouched by hands and devoid of dust. A cursory look to the right shows her the almost hidden cords that are used to open and close them. There is no, no dining table, only the chairs arranged around the bespoke fireplace which leaps with a gas flame. The floor is a high polished wood, dark and free of either dust or clutter. She remembered why she was here and she took another glance at rune, disgust obvious on her face, everyone loved and respected Rune's brother Olaf, he is handsome, charismatic, a formidable warrior, and the crown prince. Rune was known to be the coward Prince, he doesn't attend functions and no-one has ever heard him talk much. When their father was still hale and healthy, him and Olaf ride off to war whilst rune stays back with the women and children. Rowella sat down on the bed, scared about the idea of rune climbing her and she bearing her child. She missed sneaking into Olaf's room and otherwise. She loved Olaf and she was sure Olaf did love her too.











“We do not have to do anything you know” said rune, rowella looked at him, he continued anyways, “to protect your dignity, I'll cut myself and everyone will believe we really did consumate”. Rowella was shocked, she could boast that ever since she has been in the palace she had never heard him talk that much. “alright, my prince” said rowella. Rune chuckled, “please, you can call me what they all call me, the coward Prince”. Rowella nodded and smiled. Rune climbed onto the bed, took out his dagger and cut himself, he spread the blood onto the bedspread, wound a rag onto the hand to control the bleeding and he slept off. Rowella took the other side of the bed and slept too.

Mehn Two days ago made it six months I ended this story, feeling nostalgic anoda one on the way soonest

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