[This roleplay is rated mature for reasons that may include but are not limited to strong language, suggestive themes, violence, and mild romance. Viewer discretion is advised.]
"This is the final instance you will ever step in Ibeacia, you wretched fiend! Think again before you ever try to pilfer from such an esteemed kingdom as this. It is off to the dungeons with you!"
After having just defended his kingdom from a thief, a prince stood with a fist on either hip, obviously posing like a hero ought. A trusted broadsword rested in its holster, a companion friend to the prince. The prince held his head high triumphantly, his black hair flowing behind him. His muscular build was from years of fighting foes just like the thief, and he was proud of every bit of it. Across the room, he heard someone clear their throat. His pale green eyes immediately went to the person. It was a woman, young and short. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him with his same green eyes. She was tapping her foot impatiently.
The prince drew his sword and pointed it at her. "What gods are against me today, for it is the greatest beast of all that hath stand before me today!"
The girl rolled her eyes. "I am not a beast, Giuseppe," she insisted. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I am doing?" came his reply. He lowered his sword.
"Playing with yourself again," she answered dully.
"Nonsense!" the prince bit back. "I am a man. Men do not play. I am practicing slaying thieves for when one attacks this family. Would you have us all dead because you interrupted my training session?"
"I am glad your 'training session' has to do with you fighting things that are not even alive." She motioned towards the prince's thief, a metal dummy that was worn from years of justice. "Anyway, Mother wants you. She says it is important, so make haste. Stop your role-playing, and maybe try to grow up a little."
Giuseppe's brow furrowed. "I am grown!" he called after her, but the way he stuck his tongue out at her as she walked away said otherwise.
Giuseppe made his way to his parents' bedroom and knocked lightly on the door. "Mother?" he called. "Violet told me you called for me." But there was no response. Noticing a servant walking down the hall, Giuseppe trotted after her. "Mary," he said, though that was not her name. "Have you seen Mother?"
"The queen is in the throne room," she replied quietly.
"Thank you!" Giuseppe hollered to her, already jogging down the hall towards the throne room.
"Please, Your Majesty, Giuseppe, stop running in the halls..."
The queen was in the throne room sitting in the smaller of the two grand thrones. She looked up when she heard her son approach. "Giuseppe," she greeted with a smile, but that soon faded. "Giuseppe Anderson Liam Ein, what have I told you about carrying your swords around the castle?"
Giuseppe looked down at his holster. "But Kryia is not just any sword, Mother," he insisted. "She is a fine blade, and a--"
"Never mind," the queen sighed. "I need you to pick up something for me, dear. I would go myself of course, but with your father doing business away from home, it would just be too risky to leave the castle unattended. Might you go pick up a delivery from the smith? He was to make your father a new spear, and he has a parcel for us."
"But Mother," Giuseppe whined. "Can you not send a servant to pick it up? And Mother, I am a man now, I can look after the castle myself."
"I know you can," she said sweetly, and planted a kiss on her taller son's forehead. "But you need to get out of the castle, dear. Your sister tells me you are fighting invisible enemies again."
Bitter, Giuseppe started off from his home on horseback. He rode a majestic white steed. The wind made his cape into a flag in the wind, and with its deep blue color it resembled the flag of Ibeacia. The silver emblem in the center was one emblazoned on all flags of Ibeacia and most important documents. It was even branded on each royal at birth. It was a symbol of the kingdom, an emblem everyone who bore it was proud of. As Giuseppe rode through town, he greeted those who greeted him, but was mostly absent in any interactions. He had come out for one thing, and he would return to his home as soon as possible, and it was not to play.