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Alexander's fists cliched tightly when Micaiah didn't take the bait. To make matters worse, Quilicia spoke up in the weaker prince's defense. She wouldn't know strength if it slapped her on the face, something not far from the front of Alexander's mind. He shook it away and hmphed as he turned and left. There was nothing here for him to watch. It was a weak boy racing a little girl. Pathetic if anyone were to ask him, but no one did, which bothered him all the more.
Alexander was so used to being the center of attention. He was the only child of his parents and dotted on by everyone. He got what he wanted unless his father was trying to teach him a lesson. He knew how to be strong and how to not show weakness in the form of mercy and gentleness. He knew how to be strong in patience and in swift judgment. It helped that he was such a strong boy. This was boar guts and unfair how he was being treated here.
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Micaiah smiled as he waited for Francis to signal the go. It came and the young prince took off. A shrill call out for the Princess slowed him down instinctually, allowing the princess ahead of him. He noticed this but he didn't fret over it, so what if Quilicia beat him? Sure the other kids would make fun of him, but when had he last had so much fun that was not associated with his siblings? He smiled and started his sprint over in an attempt to catch the princess.
She was fast, but he caught back up to her as he ran around the tree he had fallen from. The memory of that incident all but gone in this moment of play. Only the goal and his opponent taking space in the front of his mind. They were coming up to the wall and Micaiah giggled as he stretched out to touch it. Who would win?
Alexander was so used to being the center of attention. He was the only child of his parents and dotted on by everyone. He got what he wanted unless his father was trying to teach him a lesson. He knew how to be strong and how to not show weakness in the form of mercy and gentleness. He knew how to be strong in patience and in swift judgment. It helped that he was such a strong boy. This was boar guts and unfair how he was being treated here.
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Micaiah smiled as he waited for Francis to signal the go. It came and the young prince took off. A shrill call out for the Princess slowed him down instinctually, allowing the princess ahead of him. He noticed this but he didn't fret over it, so what if Quilicia beat him? Sure the other kids would make fun of him, but when had he last had so much fun that was not associated with his siblings? He smiled and started his sprint over in an attempt to catch the princess.
She was fast, but he caught back up to her as he ran around the tree he had fallen from. The memory of that incident all but gone in this moment of play. Only the goal and his opponent taking space in the front of his mind. They were coming up to the wall and Micaiah giggled as he stretched out to touch it. Who would win?