Here is a sample of one of my current projects ... still in draft form, but you get the idea
“You are such a worry wart,” the boy teased. “It is years away. And the Hunting of the Hare is just a tradition. It is organised to the last detail. Nothing will go wrong. ”
“Athel is right,” the second boy said.
The third one said nothing. He looked away from his friends, his gaze sweeping up the hill to settle on the castle perched on its brow. A light spring breeze ruffled the pennants on the top-most tower and sent the clouds on their way. Twilight shadows began to creep over the grey stone walls, welcoming the dark of night. Even the majesty of this sight could not put his mind at ease. It just made him feel worse. Tomorrow he would hunt the hare. Tomorrow it would tell him he was not fit to rule. Tomorrow everyone would know what
already too well aware of. He sighed.
Athel rolled his eyes at his friend. “Come your highness, it is time for you to prepare,” and he clicked to his horse to move on. The others followed, the third boy letting his horse fall behind. There was little point arguing. When his father died, he would take his place. None of them could understand why he thought it the worst thing in the world.
He woke too early the next morning, the darkness proving a fertile ground for his fears and concerns as he lay waiting for the cock to crow the day awake. But it was still well before dawn when his father’s guard came to get him. Tomorrow he would be sixteen. Today he discovered whether he would be a good King.