Four years later....
Atlas was there, inspecting himself out in the mirror. Narcissistic as he is. He was checking out every part of his body from top to bottom while being naked.
'Thank god I got my mother's looks and my father's physique, not going to lie, otherwise, it would have been depressing. What's surprising is that I still have my past life's looks and the beast between my legs. I guess you also came with me, little buddy. But I think it's going to get longer as I am just 4 years old, but my little brother can still please any women right now if necessary. Haha, just joking….or am i?
Speaking of women, every woman in this world is a top-class beauty but can't say much about men. There were some but most were only gifted in the physique. But, hehe non could compare with my beautiful mom and titan like dad.'
Looking at the mirror. He was still praising himself. His silky silver hair. His mesmerizing eyes having his mother's blue and green color and a mix of gray which might be from his dad's. His eyes, having a mix of all 3 colors in full harmony, looked godly charming. His chiseled womanly face was like her mother's, with a manly jawline like his father's. With both his mother's and father's good features only and nothing else. The only thing was his physique. Well, he was only 4 years old,
'I will grow into it.'
While he was checking out himself for nonstop ten minutes. His personal maid was also with him, only a little farther, thinking unimaginable things as she was watching a four-year-old prince's reflection in the mirror.
She was a beauty as well, with blond silky hair falling like a waterfall up to her shoulders. Her deep blue eyes were like a deep void, but also mesmerizing to see. Her pointy nose and cute, thick lips made her a mature type of beauty with the right size measuring from her chest to her waist. She was more like western beauty in Atlas's past world. Actually, she was the second beautiful woman Atlas saw after her mother.
'awww….I have been taking care of his highness since his birth. He was so cute back then. But now, he is cute and also becoming devilishly handsome. I am sure ladies will go gaga over his highness after he turns 12 or 13, no make it 8 or 9. Even though his highness is only 4 years old he already looks like 7 years old and god damn! That dick!!... I have seen many men and also his majesty, the king's treasure (while she was cleaning his majesty with other maids). But nothing compares to the size of this four-year-old prince.
Oh.... how I wish....No no no....you are a maid, control yourself, he is only a child, what the hell am I thinking? But, this control is only getting hard as time passes by and his highness gets more charming as he grows.
Should I leave the post as his personal maid?..... NO!! NEVER!!!' her thought vanished as soon as it came likely in milliseconds. if she did so, yes she could have a chance but she would also lose the privilege to stay by his side.
And she didn't know that she was already in a charmed, drowning and drowning, never to come back up again. The charm Atlas unconsciously spreading was that effective like a potent drug not just on her but all the maids and women working within the palace, who served him regularly. Even some butlers were slowly falling into this likely pit.(not gay though).
Atlas wasn't worried about the maid watching him naked. She had seen and cared for his body for four years. Every....single... day. Actually, she was one of the maids of the king but the care and love she had shown on him was what made the queen and the king, title her as the personal maid of their son.
'And I am a child what could my beautiful and strict maid think about me?'
Oh boy...if Atlas knew how wrong he was, he would sure be creeped out and of course, he wouldn't know that cause he was just four years of a child.
"Enough with the gazing, Anny, bring my training outfit."
Anny the gorgeous blond maid snapped out, coming back to reality, and swiftly brought his training outfit. But she didn't hand it to him. She, by herself, made him wear all the clothes from the tight shirts and pants to his underwear. Atlas at first didn't want her to do this but Anny always insisted, saying it's her duty and right. At some point, he gave up and let her do as she wanted. Sometimes he felt she was touching his body and his treasure more but he deleted that notion, cause Anny was a perfect maid who was strict and would do anything ordered seemingly no matter how hard.
This made him think she was the perfect maid and thanked his mom and dad as life was much easier if Anny was by his side.
After he was fully geared in his outfit and protective guards it was time for his practical lessons.
He thought being a prince would be a chill life but he was gravely wrong. He needed to learn more things than anyone in this country plus when his parents knew he was a bona fide genius, that added fuel to the fire. He was taught all the topics about history, politics, the art of war, geography, alchemy which he always aced at, and of course ....Magic,
Which was his favorite class. Even though he had to do studying and training all day, he was still content because his parents were actually the best, like the best of best. His parent-hating habit from his past life was already gone. He could see the pure happiness in his parents' eyes when he succeeded in something and the support, care, and trust they showed him when he failed was already enough to make him try harder. He would do anything that would make them happy and that feeling of fulfillment he got was more important than anything else in this new world of fantasy.
At the royal training ground, the royal retainers and soldiers were training nonstop. The sound of blades clashing with each other, shields tackling, sweat, and some blood trickling, it was a heavy atmosphere. There were not just men but also women, training their hard sweat off. There was practically not too much gender discrimination in the kingdom or any other neighboring countries according to his history lessons. There was also a grand story behind it but that was for another time.
When Atlas was entering the training field with Anny by his side being three steps away. All the men and women stopped their training to pay due respect to their crown prince, kneeling one by one with every step strode by him, the only son of King Henry.
'Not gonna lie, I don't hate this, one of the few perks of being a prince I guess. It's also probably because of my pressuring aura from my royal bloodline, which was 100% pure according to my parents. Must be that my mom and dad were cousins of some sort. Anyway, it feels truly awesome. I don't have to do anything and these battle-hardened soldiers who faced death multiple times portray their full respect against a four-year-old child. Sometimes it's fun showing dominance but I can't get drunk on it, have to control myself.'
Right after the prince lessened the pressure, all the soldiers were relieved, in a way, it became a habit for all the soldiers within the capital to withstand the pressure. It was a royal rule for any royalty to appear by protruding their pressure all around, to show that they were the rulers and the rest were their servants as simple as that, but it was also for the strengthening the soldier's will. Hardening their mind and body as the guards of the royal family. That's why the soldiers and retainers of the capital were strong and iron-willed.
It was one of the reasons that, the royal bloodline ruled this country generation after generation with only a few easily beaten rebels and civil wars happening somewhere in history.
But one woman was not kneeling. The leader of the four Retainers, subjects of the king as personal bodyguards. Any one of the four could literally destroy a country single-handedly. They have that much capability and raw power and are the only people capable enough to withstand the royal bloodline's pressuring power.
The prince walked near her, and she finally kneeled not because of the pressure but for the respect towards royalty. If she didn't, it would be treason and ... off with her head. Quite simple. But that would never happen as she was also his battle instructor. His teacher, coaching him the ways of the art of being a warrior.