Hundreds of years ago, there was once a prosperous Kingdom of Spades, Iridian. Despite being well equipped for war, they had no enemies to speak of, and many allies. One day, however, things would change. The King had begun to get greedy and neglectful, forcing the Queen to exile him and place her young son in command. The boy didn't have much of a relationship with his parents, spending most of the day in the castle library reading and being guarded by the Spectrum Knights, a small group of girls his own age carrying enchanted weapons that they had been chosen to wield and destined to one day protect the kingdom from an untold calamity. On the day the Prince was to be given the kingdom, he had ran afoul of a witch, whom he had mistaken for a child. Enraged at this perceived disrespect, she cursed the boy with his current malleable body, ensuring that he would remain a child forever and never die.
The Queen was horrified by this development, but she would soon developed a plan. While the kingdom searched for a cure for their Prince, Queen Patricia would search for a suitor for her son to ensure that no matter what, Iridian would be protected and continue to be ruled by a royal bloodline. The Prince wasn't pleased with his mother's plan for him, but was hardly in a position to argue. The only other options he had was to either prove that he could handle any threats to the kingdom or find a way to break his curse, neither of which would be easy. Although he was now the weakest thing in the land, with the help of his mother and the Spectrum Knights, the Prince must find a way to keep his kingdom safe.
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"Your Majesty!"
The Prince yelped as he was awoken from his slumber by the shouting and the clanging of a sword against a shield, stumbling out of bed and landing on the floor below with a *SPLAT* that echoed throughout his quarters.
"You almost overslept again, my Prince", said a young girl. Her long, blonde hair was tied on the top with a ribbon, and her suit of armor a pure white with pink and light blue accents. The young knight walked over and scraped her Prince off the rug with her shield. "Apologies, my liege, I had forgotten about your curse."
"I... am good now", the Prince groaned. Ever since he had been cursed by a witch, the young Prince had found that life was rather difficult. He couldn't count how many times he had been accidentally sat on by one of his servants, or found himself melting in the heat. The malleable Prince would soon reform to his full figure... though he was completely naked.
Marjorie, the young knight girl, blushed as she turned around to allow the Prince to get dressed. "*ahem* Your highness, I have been instructed by your mother, Queen Patricia, to escort you on your activities on this day."
"O-of course", the Prince responded. As he dressed himself (he had a few too many accidents involving his servants to trust them to help him get dressed), he couldn't help but stare at Marjorie. Although his mother wanted him to marry royalty, he couldn't help but awe at her beauty. To him, she was the most beautiful girl in all the land. He sighed to himself as he continued. His mother would never allow him to ask for her hand, no matter how much he longed for her, and he was hardly in a position to go against her wishes. "The kingdom must come first...", he told himself. Now fully clothed, the Prince grabbed his crown from it's pedestal and placed it on his head, ready to begin a new day...
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