"Lana, this seems wrong to me." Prince Morgan stated. "And why is that?" Lana, the Prince's handmaid, asked, helping him into his suit for the ball. "I don't find women attractive. But, Father said that I have to marry a princess. Why can't I just marry a prince?" Prince Morgan said. "Prince Morgan, the law states that you must marry a princess in order to become king. Plus, no other princes will be coming to the ball." Lana explained. Prince Morgan huffed in annoyance. He was tired of hearing the same explanation, he was tired of hearing about what the laws state. "Who cares about what the stupid law states?! I've read the laws about marriage! It says that the Prince or Princess can marry anyone that he or she chooses, as long as that person is royalty." Prince Morgan huffed, walking forward. Lana reached out and pulled him back, slipping on his suit jacket. Talia, Prince Morgan's white tiger, rubbed up against him, wanting to be pet. Morgan ran his hand along Talia's head and back. "I'm sorry, Talia. I know I haven't been paying enough attention to you today with this ball coming up." Morgan said, resting his forehead against Talia's. Talia purred, happily. Lana added the last accessories and touches to the Prince's outfit. There was a knock at the door. "Come in." Morgan called. A guard walked into the room. "My prince, the ball is about to begin." The guard informed them, bowing. "Thank you. Tell Father that we are on our way." Morgan responded. The guard bowed once more and left.
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The Princes
FantasyMorgan is shy and keeps to himself. Harley is confident and outgoing. When these princes meet, they are instantly attracted to each other. After an attack on Morgan's kingdom, the two princes go on a journey making friends along their way.
