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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Jul 7, 2019 12:26:40 GMT -5
(( Zahavi: mY paRENts NEVer lEt me dO wHAT I wanT
Also Zahavi: (literally the prince of a wealthy kingdom who gets almost anything he wants) ))
Zahavi was known country-wide for being a kind, gentle prince, but it was lesser known that he was also prone to throwing fits in order to get his way. He cried more than a boy his age should, argued with his parents more than was necessary, and often got on the nerves of most of the maids who were tasked with trailing reluctantly behind him. It wasn't that he was cruel--he didn't have a violent bone in his body--but rather that he was stubborn, spoiled and used to getting his way. In his childhood, his mother often relented and let him do as he wished, because he was her precious only child. Now that he was older and had to take more responsibility as the heir, that was not the case. The queen wasn't so lenient with his antics.
"No one would miss me if I stayed in this cupboard all evening," he grumbled under his breath. "They wouldn't even notice I was gone. Who's going to pay attention to me if all I'm doing is sitting silently at my father's side? The answer is not one person. No one!" It was bad enough he had to do so during important dinners and council meetings, he didn't want to do it during a grand party meant for socializing.
Eldred always spoke the wise truth, even if it was laced with annoyance over the situation. Tough love often what the prince needed to gain his cooperation, regardless of whether or not he enjoyed it, and Eldred was one of the few brave enough to give it.
Rarely was Zahavi a troublemaker. Pouting, brooding and sullen? Doubtlessly, yes. Any of the palace staff could agree. A bit annoying and expectant? Of course, as most royalty were. Prone to sneaking off into the forest with his favorite horse to play with the wild dogs and bring them treats, until a castle guard came to drag him back? Nearly every day. He was sweet in a good mood and sour in a bad one. Today was a bad day. No excuse for his poor actions, but he was clearly in worse temper than an average day in the castle. To top it all off, his pouting had little effect on Eldred or the maids to get what he wanted; they had long since grown immune to it, having watched him grow up from the day he was born and dealt with his mood swings on countless occasions.
"Let my mother be mad," Zahavi huffed, but there was no real bite to the words. No heat, only a reluctant compliance. Eldred's decision to attend may have been the only thing to sway him into agreeing. Despite the elderly man's method of tough love, Zahavi did love him. Not only as his parent's advisor, but as one of the few staff members who bothered to listen to him at all in a real conversation. "I don't see the point of going if I can't talk to anyone, but if you'll be there, then I suppose I'll show up. I don't care which suit I wear, they're all silly!"
"Lanni," he called to the irritated maid, who scoffed at him. He sounded like a man who had accepted defeat and was ready to die. "Fetch me a suit. I don't care which. Any will do."
Frowning, Lanni sighed and hurried off down the hall. As one of the castle's oldest maids, she knew better than most that Zahavi wouldn't give her a straight answer for what he specifically wanted. It was best if she simply picked a suit she knew the queen personally ordered.
"Why can I never do as I please? Is a ruler's job not to mingle with all their citizens?" Zahavi lamented, sluggishly crawling forth from his impromptu hiding place. He looked a mess, with wild unbrushed hair and a tear-puffy face, clothes covered in a fine layer of dust and grime. With one unbuttoned sleeve, he wiped at his eye. "Like the stable boy. He's a nice fellow, isn't he? Much better company than any of the noblemen's sons. And he takes good care of my horse."
Eldred might be tasked with keeping an eye of Zahavi, but it was a difficult and unrewarding job.
Also Zahavi: (literally the prince of a wealthy kingdom who gets almost anything he wants) ))
Zahavi was known country-wide for being a kind, gentle prince, but it was lesser known that he was also prone to throwing fits in order to get his way. He cried more than a boy his age should, argued with his parents more than was necessary, and often got on the nerves of most of the maids who were tasked with trailing reluctantly behind him. It wasn't that he was cruel--he didn't have a violent bone in his body--but rather that he was stubborn, spoiled and used to getting his way. In his childhood, his mother often relented and let him do as he wished, because he was her precious only child. Now that he was older and had to take more responsibility as the heir, that was not the case. The queen wasn't so lenient with his antics.
"No one would miss me if I stayed in this cupboard all evening," he grumbled under his breath. "They wouldn't even notice I was gone. Who's going to pay attention to me if all I'm doing is sitting silently at my father's side? The answer is not one person. No one!" It was bad enough he had to do so during important dinners and council meetings, he didn't want to do it during a grand party meant for socializing.
Eldred always spoke the wise truth, even if it was laced with annoyance over the situation. Tough love often what the prince needed to gain his cooperation, regardless of whether or not he enjoyed it, and Eldred was one of the few brave enough to give it.
Rarely was Zahavi a troublemaker. Pouting, brooding and sullen? Doubtlessly, yes. Any of the palace staff could agree. A bit annoying and expectant? Of course, as most royalty were. Prone to sneaking off into the forest with his favorite horse to play with the wild dogs and bring them treats, until a castle guard came to drag him back? Nearly every day. He was sweet in a good mood and sour in a bad one. Today was a bad day. No excuse for his poor actions, but he was clearly in worse temper than an average day in the castle. To top it all off, his pouting had little effect on Eldred or the maids to get what he wanted; they had long since grown immune to it, having watched him grow up from the day he was born and dealt with his mood swings on countless occasions.
"Let my mother be mad," Zahavi huffed, but there was no real bite to the words. No heat, only a reluctant compliance. Eldred's decision to attend may have been the only thing to sway him into agreeing. Despite the elderly man's method of tough love, Zahavi did love him. Not only as his parent's advisor, but as one of the few staff members who bothered to listen to him at all in a real conversation. "I don't see the point of going if I can't talk to anyone, but if you'll be there, then I suppose I'll show up. I don't care which suit I wear, they're all silly!"
"Lanni," he called to the irritated maid, who scoffed at him. He sounded like a man who had accepted defeat and was ready to die. "Fetch me a suit. I don't care which. Any will do."
Frowning, Lanni sighed and hurried off down the hall. As one of the castle's oldest maids, she knew better than most that Zahavi wouldn't give her a straight answer for what he specifically wanted. It was best if she simply picked a suit she knew the queen personally ordered.
"Why can I never do as I please? Is a ruler's job not to mingle with all their citizens?" Zahavi lamented, sluggishly crawling forth from his impromptu hiding place. He looked a mess, with wild unbrushed hair and a tear-puffy face, clothes covered in a fine layer of dust and grime. With one unbuttoned sleeve, he wiped at his eye. "Like the stable boy. He's a nice fellow, isn't he? Much better company than any of the noblemen's sons. And he takes good care of my horse."
Eldred might be tasked with keeping an eye of Zahavi, but it was a difficult and unrewarding job.
Honestly, I can see him causing a bit of chaos within the already chaotic group and just eating it up)
