by Adam
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Disclaimer: The characters belong to Paramount and I am using them solely
for fun!
Archiving: Pkelite, TPD.
Authors notes: Hey guys. In this story there are several points I wanna
mention. I have said god-himself, which of course I don't believe in.
If there is a god I would not assign the deity to a he or she, but
'he' in this instance a fit for me! Also some names may be tacky
but it's harder to do than it looks.
Hope you enjoy!
This is totally unbeta'd. Mainly because i'm a totally lazy
English guy at the moment :) So what you read is what came out of my head,
no corrections or re-writes.
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Once long ago there lived a young prince by the name of Thomas. He was a
beautiful man, unwed at the then ripe old age of 23. The sweet, if
slightly dim blond was wanted by both men and women throughout the land
of 'Trekadithia' But alas, no man or woman was able to hold the
happy youth for more than a few days before he moved on, to newer things.
Little did innocent, yet dim Thomas know that across the great river, in a
neighbouring land lived a mean young lady by the name of Bella. She was
beautiful, yes. Smart, talented in the arts and sciences. Yet what she
wanted had not yet come to her.
Power. Plain and simple. The beautiful brunette needed someone she could
use for status. Use to her advantage. She needed someone good enough for
a young lady in her position, but not too bright. The perfect match fell,
literally right into her lap just a few days later.
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"Oops, I-I'm sorry." Said a nervous Tom, embarrassed at
falling right into a lady's lap, tripping over his own two feet.
"You stupid imbecile. Were you brought up this clumsy or are. .
." She stopped abruptly, finally noticing the symbols carefully sewn
onto the man's cloak. He was royalty.
Bella's mind began to work overtime. He was obviously not too smart.
Clumsy was not what she wanted, but beggars certainly could not be
choosers. Heaving a silent sigh she turned her angry, almost snarling face
into a smile.
"That's quite alright, Sir. I am the Princess Bella Toras."
She did her well-used curtsey, showing as much cleavage as was possible in
the current position.
"Oh, forgive me. I am Thomas. Prince Thomas Paris." He bowed
to Bella, his red face meant for his stupidity, but what Bella took for as a
good sign. Her cleavage trick never failed.
Men!
"If you'll excuse me." Tom said before moving to leave.
"Leaving so soon, my Prince?" Bella flirted.
"I-I fear I must go. My father awaits!" Tom said, pointing to an
old man, late in his years with a mane of white hair and stunning blue
eyes.
"Of course sir, but I must insist you dance with me at some point
tonight!" she said sweetly, yet her voice was backed up with a force
not expected from a lady.
"Of-course." Tom said, mirroring Bella's previous words.
Tom wiped the would-be sweat from his brow, hoping to leave the party
soon. He knew he wasn't the smartest man among his people, but he
could read people's intentions. His gut was telling him to stay away
from that woman, but other parts of his body, the ones that usually won
were telling him to stay.
"Ah, Thomas." His father's voice, strong despite his age
came crashing through his thoughts.
Tom looked up at his father and noticed a young man by his side.
"I'd like you to meet Prince…" Not letting his father
finish Tom moved forward and kissed the hand of the man beside his father.
He truly was the epitome of beauty with jet black hair that fell softly
down his well-muscled back. His face seemed to be chisled by God himself.
His lips looked soft enough to sink into and his eyes deep enough to drown
in. The beauty of the man before him was natural. Perfect.
"What are you doing?" King Owen growled, kicking the young,
beautiful man out of the way.
"But…you said…" Tom muttered, looking at the
fallen man. The hurt scared fallen man.
"This is merely our server for the night! The Prince. . ." Owen
continued, still looking in disgust at the young man getting up off the
floor. "Is the man over there."
Owen nodded his head to a man older in years than himself. Dark hair,
unusually short. His face was adorned with strange pictures, enhancing his
beauty.
His eyes seemed knowledgeable, and wise. His body was large, much larger
than his own. He simply oozed power, strength and… money.
"It's the soon-to-be King James Chakotay."
"Chakotay?" Thomas asked, his eyes furrowed in confusion at
the strange name.
"Yes." Owen sighed; he himself a little irritated at the native
name the man held. "Apparently his family began as… farmers
and wanted to keep the name from their heritage."
Thomas knew his father dispised those not like himself. New money was not
any better, but new royalty was the lowest of the low according to his
father.
"But they now own the strongest, wealthiest kingdoms in our small
isle and that means we need to make an alliance. It is rumoured the
soon-to-be-king craves young men. Has been noted on several occasions to
make inspections of his troops. Taking away tens at a time for. . .
'special' work."
Thomas heard the real implications of his father's words, and gulped
when the lustful eyes landed on him.
Even from across the room the almost-king's gaze burned brightly into
his own, suddenly much inferior eyes.
His mind suddenly went back to the man by his side once more. Now back
from the floor, but still staring down at it.
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