Sebastian's POV
Not at all the welcome wagon I expected for royalty.
The headmistress, headmaster and a curly blonde boy all lined up in front of me as I step out of the car.
"Master Sebastian. Welcome" Headmistress Malcom speaks with a big smile on her face "It is truly an honour to host the first British royalty"
I shake the headmasters hand and reach for the blonde's whilst Headmistress Malcom introduces him "this your house head boy, Marcus Holt".
The unusual lanky blonde was eyeing me up and down with a lopsided grin. I came to the conclusion that he is most likely a nutter.
"Prince Sebastian" He exclaims throwing an arm around me as the headmaster entrust me in his care "youngest son of Prince Charles, Duke of Rothesay, sixth in line to the royal throne. I will be damned. I thought you would have gone to Eton like your brothers had"
"I had" I say with a shrug "expelled".
He laughs leading me into the front doors "Well you do have quite the reputation, your majesty".
The nutter had shown me around science labs, library, medical center, and other things that I can't remember
"Shocked?" The nutter asks wiggling his eyebrows at me.
"What's that?" I ask
"No one is giving you the time of day?" Now, that he had mentioned it, people did look but i wasn't swarmed like I expected a big royalty to be.
"Switzerland, Jordan, Monaco, Norway, Sweden, Netherlands. We have the children of almost every other monarchy but this is the first time one of the monarchy from the UK attend Opulentos" the nutter explains walking backwards in front of me.
He turns to join the moving crowd "And of course, our dining hall".
The hall was decorated with three large chandeliers and strings of crystals filling up the empty roof space around it. There was five long oak tables with a generous servings of buffet styled lunch on each table.
"Each table is grouped based on social class." He explains as I follow him through the crowd "For example, the scholarship students and middle-class, far left table. The table right from that is all the upper middle class and children of celebrities, models, actors etc belong to that table. The middle table, that belongs to the staff of this school. Right of the teachers table, that is where you will sit leaders of the world, politicians, any classing of royalty are on that table."
"The far right table beside yours is the old-money children. Families who have had money in their family for years. Billionaires, millionaires. They are on that table. I sit on that table."
He motions to a seat on "my" table before taking a seat behind me on his table.
A chilling silence takes over the hall and everyone began to stand. It was similar to our dinner parties we would have at Buckingham when nana would enter the room.
Three boys in uniform marched up the middle, their heads straight not looking at anyone as they head for the table in the front that I hadn't noticed. Two took their seats on the edge and the third was seated on the left of the middle chair. He, motioned for everyone to sit and everyone obeyed, teachers included.
"That's The Kings Circle"
I recognised him from events held at Buckingham. the Swiss Prince, Oskar.
The King's Circle. I had heard about them but I had no idea it was a real clique. They are the five richest and most influencial families in the Northern Hemisphere and essentially is the world.
