The Two of Us

Intro: The Start

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
    Today was the day of their coronation. After years of waiting patiently for this day to come, it finally happened, a prince was on his way back home from lessons to get crowned and lead the country of Poliraus. He wasn't excited at all though, he knew this would happen. After all, the family bloodline must live on. Who might this stuck-up person without a care in the world for something so grand? Well, his name is... hold up... the translation to this language is Narrator... what a peculiar name. But yes his name's Narrator, they only have one name due to the founder not having a middle name and trashed his last name. The person who marries a person of royal blood must trash their middle name and last name. So far Narrator does not have a lover whatsoever, he has no interest in the women from his kingdom, to him they are all just the same thing. All want money and to have themselves become a higher status.

He was more focused on benefiting the kingdom anyway, he didn't feel that there was a need for love during this time. He was planning on marrying a woman from another kingdom to expand his boundaries and to have more people to fight in case of a war. He was always planning for stuff ahead of time, even if it most likely won't happen. The trees from the forest passed by him. At the same time, he sat in his carriage, reading papers for plans on expanding the kingdom, then reading the letters from the kingdom next over, saying that they would be there for the coronation to discuss funding plans afterwards. After a bit of reading the carriage came to a sudden halt, Narrator looked up confused. "What's going on?" he questioned, a bit annoyed that the ride was interrupted. A few seconds later the carriage door opened, revealing a bunch of assassins.

"We're here to take your life." They said, their faces neutral with blood splattered on them.

Most likely being caused by the guards who were now dead behind them. Narrator immediately went through the other side of the carriage, opening the door. Yet unlucky him there were already more assassins there. He was outnumbered, they grabbed him from the carriage and dragged him out. He did everything in his power to fight back but he failed, they then went deeper into the forest nearby. He acted like he passed out due to overexertion of energy, his body going limp and his eyes shutting. His breath was now steady as he calmed his heartbeat, when they placed him on a nearby tree the assassins started to engage in a small conversation about what to do with the body.

"He's fainted, he won't be able to survive out here! Let us take the goods and go." One of them said, their voice sounding deep and gravelly.

"No, we need to finish the job. What if the boss finds out we didn't kill him? Our life would be on the line." Another said, their voice soft and annoyed. "But he's just an innocent person. If we have the opportunity not to have to kill him we should take it." someone with a logical and low voice said. "Let's put this to a vote, say "I" if you think we should leave him here." A large number of people said I. "It's decided, we shall leave him. If the boss finds out, we just kill him. We're his only guards after all! This royal won't survive anyway." There was a large amount of agreed shouting as they left. Narrator waited a few seconds before sitting up. "Great heavens... I'll be late." He mumbled out, heading back to the road. The carriage was still left there but the bodies were removed.

He removed both horses from where they were connected to the carriage, both already having a saddle and a rope. Narrator hopped on one of them, bringing the other horse with him. He didn't want the animal to starve or dehydrate, that's far too cruel even for him. As he was riding the horse he realized that the palace was too far away, it'd take at least a few hours to get there without stops and the only people who had food for the horses were the guards who were now nowhere in sight. He needed to stop and find some food and water for them. He was met with a sign that held two locations. One said "Town 1.2 miles east." and the other said "Kingdom of Nipkite 8 miles north." He went east, for the sake of the horses of course.

He arrived in about an hour and realized people spoke in a different language. It took him a few seconds but he finally knew what language it was, it was the language of the enemy kingdom.

He was glad he had to learn different languages as a child, now he didn't have to worry about sounding like an outsider. He went to a nearby stand. Hopped off of his horse and led them to the side. They were highly loyal so they wouldn't try to run away or go with someone else. He walked towards the stand and asked for six carrots and two bottles of water, also a big bowl. He got the items and paid, the person giving him a dirty look for the currency he paid with, it was Billo, the currency for Lortin. He explained he was forced to live there for a few years due to the economy in one of his areas decreasing rapidly and they understood. They gave him the goods and he walked away, mumbling in his language some insults to them for not liking his kingdom. He gave the horses their carrots and poured some water into the bowl, letting them drink. Once they were finished he got on one of them; starting to ride away.

While he was riding he was met with a person on the street, a hood covering their face and a bucket with coins in their hand. "Change for the poor?..." they asked politely. Narrator nodded his head and gave them a few dollars. People watched with confused stares, usually, people gave poor people a few measly coins or flat-out ignored them.

It was odd to see an act of kindness like this. He then started to ride away, leaving the small kingdom.

Stop lying!

Fine, you're no fun.

Yeah, yeah, get back to the story reader-boy.

He didn't ride away, he was curious as to why the other wore a hood. Instead of asking that question, he decided to ask for something far more simpler. "What's your name?" he asked the hooded person. "▸◃△▯" He said, which translates to Stanley. "Well, Stanley, have a splendid rest of your day." As he started to ride away the assassins from before started to walk out of a local pub. Narrator immediately turned around and tried to ride in the opposite direction but it was too late. He was spotted by them. "I told you we should've killed the horses!" One of them said as they ran towards him.

Out of nowhere, Stanley intervened, and he defended Narrator. His hood was removed and it revealed how he looked. To the Narrator, he looked absolutely... poor. That's the only way that he could truly describe him, due to something that he felt for him, besides the disgust and surprise, he felt his heart flutter. This slight flush that wanted to appear on his face, these butterflies in his stomach, this peculiar feeling of interest... he didn't know what this feeling was. He decided it was gratitude for Stanley protecting him. He stuffed the feeling deep, deep, down. After all, to Narrator, any type of happy feeling towards someone is a weakness.

Narrator watched as Stanley attacked every one of the assassins, protecting Narrator. Once Stanley was finished he looked back at Narrator, a small smile on his face. "You're the first person to ever try and help me out, or even show me actual kindness besides pity; and for that, I owe you." Narrator couldn't have that happen, he had a feeling if Stanley figured this out he'd be in danger.

Now, let us head to the Narrators perspective. It's quite interesting to say the least.