R4v3n Kn1ght The King of Terra summons two graduates to give them some counsel before they set out among the stars. He tells them of a history - and a romance - from Terra's past that inspired the change that allowed these two graduates to sit before him to receive it. That bond formed the cornerstones for some of Starfleet's highest, most important directives. Firstly, as usual, I do not own Star Trek — or anything recognizable in this story.
As a tiny infant the gift was revealed, though it was not until she was four or five that her parents realized what a treasure it was. She was born with a beautiful voice that always sang on key, no matter what.
In a land that valued song, her gift was precious indeed. Selah grew up knowing her gift was sought after and loved by the people around her. She was pleasant-hearted as well as gifted, so she would sing for their harvest dances and sing at their church services and sing on the market streets when asked.
A prince from the neighboring kingdom heard the news and decided at once to go and visit. He took his servant, packed his things, and headed toward the land-of-the-singing-girl. One day, as Selah was wandering the market streets, the Baker stuck his head out of his shop.
The busy street slowed and the villagers tilted their heads to enjoy the music. A few women twirled with their grocery baskets, letting their feet patter out a waltz on the cobblestone streets. Selah laughed as she finished and the Baker tossed her a fresh sweet roll from his baking pan.
When she turned to continue down the street she nearly ran into someone.
Stepping back, she tilted her head to look up at the man before her. When her gaze landed on the thin gold band across his forehead, she drew in a sharp breath. Selah could hardly catch her breath.
He was more dashing, more handsome, than any of the men she knew. Why was he was looking at her so intently? Her mind scrambled to think of a song. All she could remember was the lullaby her mother sang to her as a child. Her voice stuttered slightly at the beginning, but the gift soon took over and she sang the sweet words across the market street.
His look was so direct, her heart turned over in her chest. They had only taken a few steps when she felt someone reaching for her basket. The man simply nodded, smiling gently.
When they arrived at the house, the servant reached to open the door and held it as they entered. For the first time, Selah felt uncomfortable going into her own home.
What would the prince think of her family, of their modest house, their chipped dishes, and mismatched chairs? She watched him carefully, searching for any looks of distaste. His face gave away nothing and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Her father greeted the prince without a flicker of surprise. The prince waited for his servant to pull out the chair, and then sat carefully. He smiled and winked as he pulled it out. He nodded and then stepped back. Her father listened intently.
Selah felt her face flushing. They were bold and strong.
He spoke with authority and his looks in her direction sent shivers up her spine. For so many years she had dreamed of a prince arriving, and here he was.
The gift had served her well.
Her cheeks stained pink again with the thought. Her throat was dry. A clinking noise drew her attention up to the table. The servant set a glass of water in front of her. She reached for it and smiled his way.
His response was another nod and a full-blown grin.Prince Joron of Blade Rain was kissed by a man he had no idea was King Aric of Claymoor Doom. Of course King Aric had no idea the one he kissed was even a man s This is now only available under the book title of "Ice Dragon Tales" which is the combined books of both "The Servant Prince" and "The Servant King"/5.
The Prince and the Servant There is a great city in the land of Albion – indeed, its capital – called Camelot, that is the marvel of the medieval world.
Stories of this fair city, with its formidable walls and tall spires, and its magnificent palace and bustling town, have been told far and wide throughout the land of Albion.
The Prince and the Servant There is a great city in the land of Albion – indeed, its capital – called Camelot, that is the marvel of the medieval world. Stories of this fair city, with its formidable walls and tall spires, and its magnificent palace and bustling town, have been told .
(Book 1/2) Two young boys: a prince and a servant. They met at a young age and grew side by side in the palace after a tragedy that forced their lives to intertwine.
What began as an unbreakable friendship formed a forbidden romance that lead to a world of chaos for the pair. Apr 15, · The Prince and the Servant Greetings.
My name is Oliver, from the house of Lyfeld. My father is the King of the region known as Shotalia. I am not sure that I am very good at being a prince, whatever that even means, but I try my best to be caring and fair to all. Prince Joron of Blade Rain was kissed by a man he had no idea was King Aric of Claymoor Doom.
Of course King Aric had no idea the one he kissed was even a man s This is now only available under the book title of "Ice Dragon Tales" which is the combined books of both "The Servant Prince" and "The Servant /5.