Once upon a time in a far away place called Wing Land, there lived a mighty King. He was truly a blessed and noble King. His land was the largest and fairest of all, and he was highly respected by all neighboring kingdoms. This King worked with all social classes, earning the respect of even the poorest of poor.
In times of war, he sought peace. In times of famine, he brought shelter and food. In times of death and depression, he brought joy and life. He was truly the most intelligent, handsome, and admired man known to the human race. Many say that he had a beauty far greater than that of the prettiest of women. But his beauty was not only on the outside; his love was the essence of life in Wing Land.
But than something tragic happened. The King became ill with an unknown disease. And though it was frightening, this wonderful Kingdom known as Wing Land would slowly die with him.
Where Love will Bloom (part 1)
Prince Heero has been a very solemn child. Though his father was very kind and gentle, the prince seemed very distant and cold. Due to his mother's death at his birth, he was the only heir to the throne. Having the prince as a king would bring the Kingdom through very hard times.
The young Prince was as handsome as his father. His dark blue eyes could take a woman's breath away. Already in his early twenties, his body was very strongly built. He had dark hair and smooth pale skin. Trained to be a perfect gentleman, Heero was adored by all princesses of neighboring kingdoms.
The only problem with the young Prince was that he did not understand beauty. Though he was quite and solemn, he had never cared to take responsibility of the Kingdom. Many feared that he still did not. Having worked only with the nobles, the lower classes feared that they'd be doomed when the King eventually dies.
His father had tried to set him up with the prettiest, most intelligent, and most noble of women, but the Prince showed no interest to in any of them. The hopes of the King had come to this: If Heero was capable of meeting someone with love and respect for all the classes the womans love dedication would be able to save Wingland.
Heero had never been to the plebian parts of the Kingdom. There was no way for him to possibly know anything about the problems and solutions facing those people. So the King had a plan. The King asked his son to come to his private chamber, as the noble man was too weak to come out of bed anymore.
"Heero, my son. I am going to die, you know that don't you?"
The dying man looked at his son's intense eyes.
"Hn"
"Heero I need you to get married."
His light blue eyes looked deeply into the cold eyes of his son. "Heero, I know you don't care about your position. I fear that you will let all my work go in vain."
The King reached out to his son. Heero looked at the hand offered to him and after a slight hesitation firmly grabbed it.
"I will hold a ball Heero. I have invited all women of noble blood to come. You will choose your bride amongst those. Because of the laws forbidding those of different classes to marry, I can't allow peasant women to come. But you must choose. If you don't, I will choose for you."
The King emphasized his last words by tightening his grip on the younger man's hand. Heero felt some relief at the last statement. The fact that his father would eventually choose his bride would make things easier for him.
"Do you understand?"
Heero nodded. "The wedding preparations will be made in eleven moons." The older man said as he relaxed and allowed the information to sink in. The young prince tried to let go of his father's hand but the King tightened his grip.
"No, there's one more thing. After your bride has been chosen tomorrow I need you to pack." At this Heero looked up.
The King sighed before he continued, "I know you don't like to leave the palace. But I've arranged for auditions to be set up for a guide." Heero narrowed his eyes but allowed his father to continue.
"A man of one of the other classes will assist you for three moons. In this time he is to show you the beauty of the land, and hopefully help you understand to respect the various situations and people in our kingdom."
"Doushite?"
The man looked to his son, "Because, Heero, if you rule this land not understanding or respecting all classes, Wing Land will be no more." With that the old man closed his eyes. He was very weak now, and stress had exhausted him to sleep.
Heero almost sighed; his father's illness came with many complications.
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