Chapter 4

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R H Y K E R

Why did I choose her?

I don't know, I have no idea. When I met her eyes, it felt like the time stopped, there was only her and I, alone, in a lonely world.

"Brother!" My brother yelled loudly, I groaned and pushed him away.

"Fuck off." I grumbled.

"No, get up!" He said stubbornly, sometimes I think of him as a child instead of a man.

"I'm up." I said lazily and get up from my bed, I looked at my brother's face, grinning happily.

"Why are you grinning at this hour?" I asked, glancing at my alarm. It was 9:00 am.

"Our butler told me that you are going to meet a woman, that's special." He squealed.

That's right, I'm meeting the woman that I met yesterday.

I only knew her name and her academy rank, so I told my butler to look into it deeply and I received some information that showed the woman who I was looking for.

Hemilia Gran is 19, she came from a small village outside my kingdom. Her parents are commoners and they sent her here to fulfil her dream of becoming a magic physician since she inherited powers from her grandfather. She is known to be hard-working and have moral for everything.

Her sister Camélia Gran is 20, I met her when the army came back after a long,  difficult war in which they shed blood and tears. We won and I congratulated all the warriors with personal rewards, her sister must be the first commander of the army. It's an honour to see a family composed of women who are taking works that are supposed to be for men.

I'm impressed and proud of her to choose a career where the effectiveness of women is lower than the average of women.

"Exactly, I'm meeting her today, Caden." I smirked at my brother, who grinned.

Caden is 15, 5 years younger than me but surprisingly we have a good relationship together, it feels nice.

"My highness, it's time for your meeting." Our butler, Warren said, I sat up and pulled a shirt out of my drawer, I put it on and went to my bathroom to wash my teeth.

"Princess Flora called for you." I groaned when my butler said that, Flora was a hookup, a simple one but now she wants more and more. I don't want to be with women who are greedy.

"Then tell her to fuck off." I grumbled.

"My highness, I don't think it's relevant for me to say that to the princess." Warren said nervously, beside me. I rolled my eyes and brushed my teeth, I spat out the paste and washed my mouth.

"Let Roman tell her to fuck off." I said to Warren who widened his eyes. Roman, my friend, is a specialist in rupture and harsh words that are considered severe.

"I don't think the count would love his son spitting out rude words." He scratched the back of his neck as he handed me out my uniform.

"Fine, I will tell her, but don't expect me to say gentle words." I scowled, I was never good with words, ever since I was a kid I always used to speak less. But now that I met the beautiful and courageous woman, it seems like I want to speak to her, every day.

I'm not a spoiled brat prince, I hate my life being a prince. Always attending those stupid social gatherings and events annoys me so much. People tend to know me as the Prince of Rosla or the virtuous person who changed their country. I simply change their ideas by updating them. It's not my fault they don't get the idea of new technology.

Oh fuck sake, I'm being arrogant.

Once I finished putting on my uniform, I put on the necklace that was delivered by the academy, it's a symbol of Rosla. Royals members for men can put their necklace on their forehead, it will show them leadership and power.

My father, the king, was always obsessed with me, he loves neither my three brothers. He neglected and purposely focused on me. I hate that man, more than ever.

My mother, the queen, on the contrary, has been lovely to us, she treated our family equally with love. I wished my father would be like my mother. But we can't believe that our wish will come true just like that.

If your wish is to be rich, then work for it. All you need is to work hard to get what you want.

I scoffed when I recalled the moment of my father speech who said that he loves us. Fucking bullshit.

"Hey, Prince Rhyker." An annoying and familiar voice said to me, I looked to my right and see Roman standing on the rail of the stairs.

Roman and I are the troublemakers in Rosla, we were both educated here to be posh and a fucking noble. He is the son of a known count here in the castle and also my cousin.

"Roman, what's up?" I asked, pulling my tie-down, I hate it when it's tight.

"Heard from Caden that you are going to meet a special lady." He mocked, making a gruesome face.

"Don't ever make this face in front of me, especially in the morning." I threatened him while walking downstairs. He slided down the rails of the stairs and landed on the ground with a flip. Also, don't forget that he's fucking over-energetic at this hour.

"Did you see my talent?" He clapped his hand, to congratulate himself.

"It was stupid." I stated, hearing a shocking gasp from him, he feigned pain while holding his heart.

"How dare you?" He imitated Greta, I don't know her last name, but whatever.

"Fuck off." I snapped and prepared myself a breakfast, the cook was about to stop me but I sent him a glare that made him run. I don't like it when people are making my breakfast, I'm a picky eater.

"You are so lucky to live in a dream castle, people envy you." Roman declared making me stop my actions.

What he said made me think over and over, I don't like it when people envy me. I want people to have a comfortable life and hear them say thank you for making our life comfortable. This is my dream. I hate looking outside my private car and see homeless people, sitting on the dirty ground. I want to change that, I want to give them life just like us with privileges, because every human gets a chance to live a peaceful life, except for people who committed crimes that don't deserve to be forgiven.

I realized that I put too much coffee powder on my milk, I grumbled and do it again.

"And the prince is angry, again." I heard Roman muttering, I can't help it. This dumbass is also saying a stupid thing.

"Tell me everything about the woman you are meeting today." He said with certainty as I put my mug on the counter, I sipped at my drink quietly and breathed.

"She's 19."

"That's all?!" He yelled, disappointment is all over his face.

"Dude, I know that you hate talking too much, but you can't leave me hanging out here!" He begged with frustration.

"She's training to be a magical physician." I said the last words that are marking the end of the discussion.

"No way! Hemilia Gran?!" He shouted and  I held my mug in the air.

I snapped out of my daze and looked at him while putting down my mug.

"Do you know her?" I asked, not realizing the harshness in my question.

I need to calm down.

"I do, she's famous in my dormitory. Not that kind of popular you think, she's more like a model for women, she's truly a goddess." He said, staring at the wall with admiration, I banged on the table with my fist to catch his attention.

He quickly snapped out and smiled at me, "but she's being bullied in her class, most of the boys hate her because they are misogynistic."

Fucking assholes. I nodded while putting my lips on my mug, I glared at the coffee for no reason.

"For now on, Ashton will be her bodyguard." I said without thinking, what the fuck am I saying?

He choked on his juice and narrowed his eyes toward me.

"Why?" He asked bewildered.

"Because I said so." I shrugged off and looked away from his stare. He narrowed his eyes hard, trying to figure me out. But unfortunately for him, I'm really hard to figure out. I glared at him, showing the yellow eyes that I inherited from my grandfather.

My powers are exceptional, that's one of the parts that made me I guess my father favourite puppet.

"Ah, stop looking at me like that." He groaned and stepped out of his chair, I chuckled lightly and put down the mug on the sink.

"Hey, bitch!" He screamed at my royal guardian who was taking his usual smoke. My royal guardian accidentally threw his cigarette on the ground.

"You piece of shit." He growled and threw a deadly glare at Roman, who grinned cheekily.

And that's my royal guardian, Ashton. He's much more the bad boy between us three. I guess the three of us are the three mousquetaire.

Ashton was always my royal guardian, someone who is always guarding like a bodyguard. He's been with me since I was 10. The three of us have the same age, we went to the same academy in Hevialia and stuck together.

"My highness." He grumbled while bowed down at me, I nodded lightly at him and pulled my phone out.

"Kids shouldn't spend too much on electronics devices." Roman stated, imitating an elderly voice.

"Do I look like a fucking kid to you?!" I snarled at him, Ashton snorted while he pouted grumpily.