triplets

Part 7

The prince was bright eyed, enthusiastic, and charming. He quite put the prince's from storybooks to shame with his brilliance. They might rescue princesses from dragons, but he had a knack for making people feel at ease.

So far as prince's, princesses, and dragons went there had been an interesting debate once amongst the siblings.

Roksu had held the stance that dragons really weren't the type to kidnap princesses to begin with and if one actually did deviate from the norm, relying on a prince for her rescue was far from the ideal plan. Unless the prince chose to negotiate but even then, dragons were prideful and smart. Roksu proposed that a far more effective rescue plan would be a heist. Even then it was risky, dragons were great and mighty.

Cale had brought up that the idea of a prince going in alone was preposterous. Royalty always had some form of an honor guard or lackeys who did all of the hard work for them. Therefore, it was far more likely that the prince wouldn't have actually been the one to rescue the princess. More than likely, the prince had stood back and looked pretty while his subjects did all the grunt work.

Penelope had made the droll observation that if the above statements were true, wouldn't the princess be better off staying with the dragon? If it was unusual for dragons to commit an act such as kidnapping and they were normally quite intelligent, wouldn't that mean that the dragon had removed the princess from a potentially bad situation? And if the prince was so worthless that he rescued her on the backs of all the servants who probably died along the way to achieve the garantine task of rescuing her, was he really a man worthy of her time and attention? Someone who she'd want to be rescued by?

The trio had made the conclusion that the prince was actually the villain of the story who had driven the princess to seek out a dragons help and the dragon had offered her a merciful rescue from her relationship with the despicable prince, only for the dragon to eventually die tragically and the princess to be trapped in the prince's grasp again.

That was the day that one of the maids of the Henituse household had decided that simple five sentence long picture books weren't well suited for the young masters. She also went home with a headache and a strange new perspective on all the storybooks she thoughtlessly read to her own child.

They had that effect on people.

It was a fairly old memory now for their young lives, but the three of them couldn't help but recall it as they met the eldest prince of the Roan Kingdom with his bright smile and his affable personality.

Penelope thought that he didn't seem so bad so far as prince's went but she didn't trust that smile one bit. This was a bit unfair to the prince but Penelope distrusted the smiles of most. And the frowns. She just didn't really trust people and she'd look for just about any excuse.

Cale thought that the battlefield didn't suit a clean prince such as this without a single blemish or fault, and yet the battlefield was where he would be. He wondered if he also died in the battlefield, a queer feeling of nostolgia filling him as he contemplated the reality of being one of those pawns who died in the face of an impossible goal.

Roksu thought oh shit, it's the crown prince and huh, I mean he does boss Choi Han around a lot so I guess he does fit the prince from the story as he compiled the little bit of information he knew about the crown prince from the novel. He was the protagonist's benefactor, a glib wordsmith, and ultimately a man whose goal was to protect his kingdom and people.

A man who could have been a villain if he were to direct his manipulative nature towards cruel or self serving goals. Roksu didn't hold it against him. He had learned the hard way in his lifetime that a certain amount of glib persuasion was necessary in order to herd the truly self serving bastards in the direction of actually solving problems instead of creating more problems.