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MidReal Story
The Lazy Prince's Journey
Scenario:I was a prince known for my muscles, but food and laziness started to take over
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Prince Arin Voss
determined, and humorous. Once known for his muscular physique, he now struggles with weight gain and a lack of motivation. Despite his royal status, he feels disconnected from his responsibilities and longs for a simpler life. His journey begins when he meets a mysterious woman who challenges him to change his ways.
King Voss
concerned, and traditional. Frustrated by Prince Arin's lack of interest in royal duties, he pressures him to take responsibility seriously. Despite their strained relationship, he wants the best for his son but struggles to connect with him on a personal level.
Lila Stone
enigmatic, and persuasive. With an air of authority, she confronts Prince Arin about his lifestyle choices and encourages him to make positive changes. Her presence sparks a turning point in Prince Arin's life as she challenges him to regain control over his health and wellbeing.
Once upon a time, I used to be a prince known for his muscles.
I mean, people were talking about my body in every corner of the kingdom.
They were even calling me the hottest prince in the land.
But that was before.
Before I let the food and laziness take over my body.
Before I started to gain weight.
Before…
"Arin! Get up!"
I heard my dad scream from downstairs.
He used to call me 'Arin' when he was happy or excited.
But he would call me 'Prince Arin' when he was angry or upset.
That makes me wonder what he wants this time.
I looked at the mirror one more time.
I couldn’t recognize my reflection anymore.
I used to have abs, now I had a beer belly.
I used to have a good posture, now I was slouching.
I used to look handsome, now I looked… lazy and chubby.
I took a deep breath and walked downstairs.
I thought about exercising every day, but somehow that never happened.
"Morning dad," I said with a smile as I sat on the dining table.
"Morning son," he replied with a nod as he sat across me.
"I just got a letter from the King of Eldur. He invited us to his party next week," dad said while sipping his coffee.
"What kind of party?"
I asked while sipping my orange juice.
"It’s their annual food festival."
I stared at my half-empty glass.
My appetite suddenly disappeared.
My stomach felt like it was churning with anxiety.
I had not seen hundreds of nobles in over a year.
They would probably talk about how chubby I was.
"How’s the invitation?"
I asked while looking at my empty glass.
"It’s a royal order. We can’t miss it," dad said with a sigh.
He put down his coffee cup and looked at me for a few seconds before he spoke again.
"I know you’re nervous, Arin. But we have to go."
I nodded in response.
The servants walked in and placed the platters of breakfast pastries between us.
The smell of fresh bread usually made my mouth water, but now it made me feel nauseous.
I started to fidget with the napkin on my lap, avoiding dad’s gaze.
When I finally looked up, his expression changed from stern to concerned.
"Arin, are you okay?"
I nodded again.
I didn’t want to talk about it.
I didn’t want to think about it.
I started to pile my plate with eggs, sausages, and fresh bread.
My stomach was churning, but I couldn’t stop eating.
Each bite felt mechanical.
I was eating because I had to, not because I wanted to.
"Arin, are you sure you’re okay? You look pale," dad said while he stared at me with concern.
"I’m fine dad. I just…"
I took a deep breath and swallowed the food in my mouth.
"I just need to eat something."
Dad nodded in response.
The servants walked in again and placed second helpings of breakfast pastries on the table.
Sticky buns dripping with honey, crispy bacon, buttered potatoes, and fresh fruit salad.
I started to shovel the food into my mouth before dad could speak again.
I didn’t want to talk about the party or my anxiety.
I didn’t want to talk about anything.
Dad sighed as he stared at me with a concerned expression.
He knew what I was doing, but he didn’t say anything.
He just continued to eat his breakfast in silence. "Arin, we need to get you some new formal attire for the festival. Your old clothes won’t fit anymore," dad said as he stared at me with a concerned expression.
I grabbed another sticky bun and shoved it into my mouth before I replied with a muffled voice.
"Okay dad."
Dad frowned as he looked at me for a few seconds before he spoke again.
"I’ll send a servant to fetch the tailor tomorrow morning."
I nodded in response as I ate my third helping of breakfast pastries.
The servants walked in again and placed third helpings of breakfast pastries on the table.
Crispy waffles with strawberry jam, scrambled eggs with smoked salmon, and fresh orange juice with pulp.
My fingers trembled as I reached for the waffles and jam.
I knew what I was doing.
I paused, then pushed the plate away.