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"What?! But, Father--"

"No, Ericson. You are going and it is final." King Edmund's words held a stern tone in it, indicating that the conversation about this topic was over.

Clenching his jaw in order to refrain from speaking more, the prince stormed out of the throne room and to the stables. Riding horses had always been something that would calm him down. The twenty year old male reached his destination, quickly putting on the saddle on his chestnut brown pegasus.

Once he was all ready, he rode the stallion and off they flew into the skies. Ericson passed by Frederick, who was well aware why his brother was on a fit. The elder brother of twenty and one years merely shook his head and headed inside the palace, passing by some angels and other mythical flying creatures.

Zephirus, also known as the Floating Kingdom. It was populated by Mythicals and humans alike, but most of the Mythicals were flying creatures such as angels and gryphons. There were also other kinds of Mythicals that could not fly, but they were welcomed nonetheless, as mythological racism was taboo in all the kingdoms.

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After four hours, Ericson reentered the palace, straight on his was to the drawing room that he was sure his elder brother would be waiting for him at. True to his intuition, Frederick was calmly sitting in a couch inside the room.

Frederick turned to stare at his younger as he grudgingly but now calmly walked to him and sat on the space beside him. After a while of silence in each other's presence, Frederick spoke.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" He asked.

Ericson made a face of disdain. "Yes, but I do not understand why we should do this."

"You know that this is tradition for all princes of Zephirus, Ericson. It is so that--"

"We would be able to visualize ourselves as commoners to be able to understand them better. Yes, yes, I have already memorized this whole being, but it does not mean that I am happy with it."

Frederick chuckled, "Cheer up now, brother didn't you say you wanted to see the other kingdoms without the sharp eye of the guards and spies from Father?"

"Yes," Ericson frowned, "but preferably not as... Peasants!"

"Well, my deepest apologies, but unfortunately, beggars cannot be choosers. On that note, have you decided your alyas for the following year? We are going around every kingdom." Frederick asked, just to be sure.

"Of course I do already. My fake name will be 'Eric', as it is near enough to my original name. How about you, my brother?" Eric said, a bit curious.

"Nice to meet you, 'Eric', I am 'Derrick'." Derrick said with a mock bow.

Eric nodded thoughtfully. "Frederick, Derrick. Near enough, but mine's better." He stated the last part with a cocky smile.

Derrick shook his head at his brother's antics. "Anyway, have you already packed? We're leaving at daybreak."

"We're what?!"

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The wind blew softly on the young maiden's cheek, as if it was brushing her gently. The breeze caused some strands of her hair to fall on her face, making her look up as if in recognition of the wind.

With a gentle smile, she took the stray golden hair and pushed them back her ear, looking back down on the book on her lap. Her hand returned to its place on the ground, as she was softly caressing the grass.

She could hear the serene sound of a small river just a few steps away from her, it's melody of rushing waters instantly calming the dame. The rays of the sun was warm, but just enough as if to say that it was a beautiful summer day. Its heat was bearable and comfortable, covered by the tree that was shading her.

As she flipped a page, a faint calling of her name from afar caused her to look up from her book and search the owner of the voice which she knew well.

"Catherine! Catherine!" Her sister called out as she grew nearer to the lass that was starting to get up.

"Yes, Àimèe?" Catherine's soft voice asked with concern and curiosity, wondering why the elder sister was searching for her.

"Come, Mother and Father are searching for you. The festival is in five days, we have to get ready!" Àimèe then started rambling about the festival, to which Catherine gave little attention to.

Pciking up her book with her, Catherine followed her sister to where their stallions were waiting patiently for their loving owners. Catherine's horse was named Snowflake, as he was a fully brown horse with only a flake of white on his firehead and snout, thus the name. Like his rider, Snowflake was always calm and serene, and he would always rather a walk or a trot than a gallop.

Àimèe's horse was named Jet, an auburn stallion which was originally a wild horse. Àimèe was walking in a forest once, and she happened to stumble upon a red horse, its mane tangled among some branches. After saving him, Jet had decided that he would follow Àimèe around, and after two years, he is now her own personal horse who would only like to be around the sisters.

True to his name, Jet was a fast horse and always loved racing. Àimèe had no problem with his love for racing, as she was also into anything that would spoke her adrenaline.

The two sisters climbed their horses after a few rubs to the neck, and headed home.

What would happen with Eric and Derrick? Will they find a kingdom to reside in for the year? The festival is coming; what would be of it?

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So, the picture there is the Zephirus Kingdom, the girls' clothes, and the King of Zephirus, King Edmund Stormorb.

Double update so, read on!