Chapter 5: Useless Prince
...The moment Oliver left the banquet, he immediately manoeuvred to dodge Leston. He was only ten years old in this time, and coupled with his small frame, it was rather easy to do.
Leston searched for him in the crowd, but just when he thought he had seen him, Oliver immediately walked up to a group of young noble ladies.
At first, the noble ladies looked at him with question marks on their faces. Oliver, as a prince, did not exactly have a good reputation, especially because he was considered much of a coward and a weak boy who had not unlocked his bloodline. Only moments ago, he was seen crying.
To top it up, Oliver was too far down the line to be considered for the throne.
Truly, there was nothing of worth to be had with him, and everyone knew this.
"Hey there beautiful ladies," Oliver spoke with a polite, but innocent tongue.
The noble women did not mind the compliment, but what he stated next was the really interesting part.
"My big brother, Leston, thinks this enchanting lady is beautiful," he pointed at one of them who was very very 'round' with heavy make-up, and then leaned in a bit as if to whisper, "and wants to see you... Privately."
The young noble ladies gasped in surprise, some blushing at the unexpected confession. The girl in question hesitated, but her friends excitedly encouraged her, whispering about how bold and romantic Leston was.