The Sultans Heirs

{The Plotting}

Adam

It's been a long and stressful week since my parents left and my Uncle's arrival. Everyone has been busy preparing for my upcoming coronation while I was buried in a hole full of stress and anxiety.

If it hadn't been for my sibling's support, I would have no idea what I would have done.

My uncles, on the other hand, have been acting extremely odd. They have been trying to involve themselves in everything my siblings and I do, which is the opposite of what they usually do.

Usually, they would try to avoid us at all costs.

None of us said anything about it out of respect, but it still weirded us out.

The only one of us who didn't suspect anything was wrong was Moe, but that was because he was clueless and had no idea what was happening around him.

My brothers and I had been practicing swordsmanship all morning, so we were exhausted by the time the sunset.

We later gathered in the large dining room to eat dinner after freshening up.

The large room was filled with loud chatter and laughter as we joked and talked.

We were all seated in our respectfully assigned seats, which meant our father's seat at the head of the table was empty, and so was our mother's.

Those seats were explicitly for the Sultan and the Sultana. No one else was allowed to sit on them, not even their children.

Our joyful mood was quickly ruined when our uncles decided to barge in. The guards continually bowed to us, silently apologizing for letting them in.

They smiled at us and slightly bowed as a way of greeting.

Uncle Jafar raised his head and eyed each of us, then made eye contact with me for a few seconds. "No one thought to invite us to dinner?"

It's not that we didn't think of it. It's just that we didn't want to. We never enjoyed their company and couldn't speak freely about whatever we wanted when they were around.

Zado looked up at them uncaringly as if their presence didn't mean a thing to him.

"We don't usually eat dinner. This was just a last-minute thing."

My eldest Uncle, Rasheed, nodded in understanding and then walked around the table. We watched as he slowly approached our father's seat and sat down.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at him. The shock was written over our faces.

Some of the maids serving us food froze while the guards visibly tensed.

He had a satisfied grin, fully aware of how disrespectful his actions were. My blood started boiling as I sat there and watched him eye us all smugly.

Uncle Jafar then tried to sit on my mother's seat but froze once Malik stood up and slammed his hands onto the table, causing the maids to flinch.

He glared at Uncle Rasheed, who seemed surprised by his outburst. "Get up."

His cold tone was chilling and stern, almost as if he were preventing himself from uttering every profanity he knew.

My Uncle's surprised expression quickly changed into an angry one. "Who do you think you are yelling at, boy? I am your Uncle! Show some respect!"

This caused Zado to stand up and mimic Malik's tone. "We will show you respect once you show us some."

"It's a shame to call yourselves royals when you have the manners of a common street rebel." Jellal chimed in from his seat. Jellal usually avoided confrontations, but our Uncles had a way of riling us up.