Alpha Nicholas's Pet

That day, Prince Nicholas started his day very early waking up only minutes after the sun rose.

Getting up from his bed, he pulled up the blind of his window and looked at the majestic view in front of him.

He took off his robes and grabbed a towel and threw it over his neck, heading to his workout space.

On getting there, he began his day by working out with the dumbells and doing pull-ups at the doorframe.

“Son, isn't it a little early for workouts?” King Aldrich said.

Prince Nicholas continued with the pullups, not stopping to look at his father.

“Nicholas!”

He finally dropped down from the door frame and dabbed his face with his towel.

He sat down on a wooden seat and was given bottled water by one of the maids. He opened it and gulped it down and poured the remaining content on his body.

“Must the routine be followed?” he asks.

King Aldrich sighed and then patted his white beard, “I am not growing any younger, my son.”

“And I need you to prove to me that you are man enough to handle this kingdom.”

“And where is this conversation leading to?”

“Take a shower and meet me in my chambers.”

Prince Nicholas watched as the old man walked away, shaking his head as he muttered to himself.

He grabbed his towel and slowly glided to his room, ignoring the greetings of his subjects.

“My bath,” he said.

“Yes, Your Highness,” the maids replied.

He nodded and glided into his large bathing room, taking off his clothes and entering the warm and relaxing bath.

The maids entered after a while and began scrubbing his body and washing his hair.

After all that, he put on his robe and went to his wardrobe, and out on one of his remarkable brown chinos, a white button-up shirt and a black jacket, and a pair of leather dress shoes.

After having a breakfast of pancakes and orange juice, he headed over to his father's chamber.

“Alas, he came,” King Aldrich exclaimed, getting up from his sofa as he took short strides toward the table.

“And why have I been called here?”

“Nicholas,” his father began and nodded to Sir Arthur who unrolled a large synthetic paper.

On it was detailed plans of buildings, trees, and bushes.

“We need a suitable place for the soldiers to camp,” King Narva stated.

Prince Nicholas stylishly dropped one of his arms by his side and the other bent slightly in front of him.

“And is there a suitable place found?”

“Kingdom Narva,” King Aldrich said.

“But their ruler, a mere Princess rejected our offer of a hundred grand,” Sir Arthur said.

“Is there a photo of this princess?” Prince Nicholas asked.

“Why yes, Prince Nicholas,” Sir Arthur said, bringing out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.

Prince Nicholas stared at him for a while before he collected the paper, and looked at it.

“She's beautiful, isn't she?” Sir Arthur asks.

***

In the Kingdom of Narva,

Princess Evie fluttered her eyes open as the rays of the morning sun fell on her.

She rubbed her eyes and stretched out her limbs as she sat on the bed.

“Good morning, my Princess,” Agnes, her maid greeted.

Agnes was at least in her late forties and had been a faithful maid to Princess Evie since she was a toddler.

“Hi, Agnes,” she replied.

One of the maids, adjusted the board of her bed while they placed the tray of food on the board.

Princess Evie smiled, “what is today's special, it smells nice.”

“Your favorite,” Agnes said.

Princess Evie chuckled and then took off the lids of the bowls. She grinned when she saw a pile of pancakes, with honey on its top and lots of berries on them, beside it was an orange juice.

She leaned ber to her left and sprinkled her hands with water from the faucet beside her bed.

“I told you that this faucet would come in handy,” she said to Agnes who chuckled.

She picked up a pancake and tore off a part of it, smearing it with the honey and putting a blueberry in the pancake's fold.

“Hmmm,” she moaned, eating them and washing them down with the orange juice, “these are so good.”

After her meal, she stayed in her ned, listening to the radio.

“And Lady Sasha told him that she was never going to let him have her child,” the reporter on the radio said.

“Yes, no woman would let a man toy with her emotions,” Princess Evie said, smearing the surface of her freshly baked bread with freshly made butter.

And after that, she read the newspaper for any new developments.

After her morning routine, she finally got out of bed.

Her maids rushed toward her and followed her to the bathroom before they began to undress her.

They knew very much how she preferred her bath to be prepared. Her favorite bath bombs, mostly in lavender and flower petals.

She watched them as they filled the tub with water and dropped the bath bombs.

Within minutes, her bath was ready, getting in after taking off her robe, they began scrubbing her body.

After they had scrubbed her body, a bath caddy was placed in front of her with a variety of fruits, nuts, and berries on a plate on it with a glass of red wine In it and a book in her hand.

“Seriously, a mother butler did it, series?” she sighed, flipping the covers of the book.

A knock was heard on the door and Agnes entered, coughing to get Princess Evie's attention.

“I hear you, Agnes, go on,” she said, staring at the pages of the book.

“Duke Stuart is in the study room,” she said.

“Aw snap!” she groaned, sipping her wine, “does it have to be now?”

Taking more berries in her mouth, she took off the caddy and stood up, dabbing her body with a fluffy towel.

She put on her robe and dragged herself out of the water, walking towards her huge closet.

Her maids dried her light brown hair and styled it curly, just the way she liked it. And then a light lipgloss was applied to her full light pink lips.

And after that, she put on a simple blue dress, wore her sandals, and wore her cologne, taking in a deep breath before she left to see her guest.