WHO CRIED WOLF CHAPTER ONE: BY FORCE It was an order given to him by the rest of the Council of Advisers. Not a direct order, but an order to say the least. It was given to him in the morning meeting that he told himself not to go to. He had some leeway in that section, being the prince of the castle and all. The title gave him some authority, but not too much over the Council. They were something like your Congress in America: having the right to wage war and make decisions without the King or Queen's direct approval. That was not much of a problem seeing as though they all strongly feared the King and Queen. Jenis (Gin-is) was the next best thing as well as the next in line. He had might as well gotten used to the power by now. Prince Jenis (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Prince Jenis (open) Prince Jenis (close) He tried to avoid the meeting but there wasn't anything bad that may have happened to him if he did go. Usually, the only reason he despised being there were the long speeches about nothings and somethings that would eventually end up being a nothing in a certain number of days. It was the same old pish-posh of Kalerin. Jenis wasn't too much concerned about the economic stature of the land, but he had little choice when his parents left on a voyage to another land. There reason of departure was to ask the neighboring land, Xore, to stop lighting their bundles of wheat on fire. Sure, the land was at war with Fenz, but that didn't mean they could teach their Pyre Archers to use their barrels as target practice. Bread was scarce because of their amateur accuracy. Their leaving left Jenis in charge...and obliged to go to the meeting. The meeting went a little something in this manor. "Prince Jenis. Your parents are of a...becoming age." "Yes, that is true." he answered, looking down into the bubbly contents of his golden goblet. It was a weird tasting type of wine that was only found in Kalerin called...Kal Wine. Not a very creative choice of naming. The wine was a color of auburn, much like a silky red wine, except there was a secret carbonation to it. He peered down over the bridge of his nose at the bubbles. Looking past the rim of the large cup and into the bubbly red drink was a bit of a game for him. One bubble would burst, leaving another to spawn someways away from the first and burst as well. Jenis was counting the bursts as fast as he could. He was really good with his eyes. "And I know we have already discussed the matter of the maidens..." "Ah. This conversation again? It comes by so often, it gets extremely boring the minute it passes your lips. I've told you all, I do not need help in finding my bride to be. The only help I need is for you to back off and let a man breathe, for God's sake."he sighed, returning his attention back to the cup. The Council members murmured but the main speaker, Delorian, only coughed and shifted in his shoes as he stood in front of Prince Jenis, sitting in his father's chair and playing the Bubble Game. "But you have had the honor of meeting all princess from all the lands on this side of the country and you have rejected them all, sire. It is only fair to give them another chance at having the honor of being your bride." "What if I don't want a woman from this side of the country?" Jenis sighed while he remembered to note the 56th pop of a bubble. The Council all gasped and went on a spree of murmurs at his reply. The usual meeting procedure. "But sire! The only other land is...we surely do not think you mean to travel to--" "I shall, and by myself at that. This is my decision."he answered quickly, darting his hazel eyes up to Delorian. The man looked pale, like someone erased all of the colors away from his face. "But she has had her fair share of suitors as well! What if she does not choose you?" "Then I will take her. Simply put."her responded, leaving the last pop at 64 before stretching and standing to his full height. The green and golden embroidered robes slung around his shoulders while his crop of brown caressed his cheek. None of the Council uttered a word of approval or rejection. And that is where Prince Jenis was now. On his beautiful black mare, Mace, trodding out of the Kalerin city gates.