The Melody Of Destiny

Chapter 1

Prince Alexander the 57th

Squinting I slowly blink through hot blindingly bright light stretching across my face as one by one the curtains are drawn open. I roll deeper into my blankets digging my face into my pillows wishing for the cool darkness of night, instead a bead of sweat starts to form as the light shines through my closed eyes.

"Close the bloody curtain" I groan my voice scratchy from sleep as I blindly grab a blanket dragging it over my head. Forcing my eyes shut I try and slow my breathing try and fall back asleep but all I feel is the hot air. Hot air against the blanket, against my face being pushed round and round by my loud ragged breaths. "Leave me alone" I mumble but the noise continues – the soft clink clunk, step, step, whssh, rsussle, clink, thud just loud enough to hear. Just loud enough to drive me insane.

Just go back to sleep, go back to sleep, back to sleeeep, baack toooo sleee.........

"Good morning your royal highness" "Good morning" "Your royal highness, highness" some servant chirps in an over enthusiastic shrill voice cutting through my nerves as I jolt up: "get out, OUT, out of my bloody room!" I spit throwing off the blanket, chucking it towards them. Watching them scurry out I slump back onto my bed lying there in the hot sun squinting in the bright light. Rolling to my side I grab my phone. I have 17 messages 17. Just leave me alone. Can people not leave me alone. Everyone always wants something. Just like vultures, never leaving me in peace. I just want to sleep. Why can they not understand that. I am so tired, so tired, I just want to sleep, to roll into my blankets and never wake up.

Lying there stretched out I try and shield my face, but the light continues to blind me. I'll never get back to sleep now. Frustrated I push myself up marching over to the curtains. Grabbing hold I tug, pulling up, pulling down, left and right but the stupid thing does not move. "Come onnnn!" I yell shoving the curtain back almost toppling into the window.

Defeated I slump back onto my bed, upside down this time my feet resting on my pillows, in a last-ditch effort to avoid the light. Staring at the ceiling I watch the fan go round and round: these eco-activists are going to boil me alive. TV on I command – it flickers on to some boring news channel – king and country – Blah blah blah. Switching between the channels I look for something about last night – about the party, about me, Mateo, Ozias, anything -- but nothing. Not even the gossip channels have anything to say. They seriously censored me out – free media my foot. Grabbing my phone, I scroll through Instagram, twitter, tik tok until I finally find one of me attempting to do a keg stand. It is not talking about political stances or royal economy wastage but about my six pack, my hair, my voice and then poof – this video has been taken down due to violating community guidelines. Typical all so typical. No matter what I do I get erased only the censored dolled up polished version makes it out. They would erase me if they could – stick a robot that looked like me. A good robot – that is what they want.

"Good morning your royal Highness, Sir, the imperial majesty the empress is on Line 4..." says Linda mother's annoying yapping puppet.

"Go away Linda." I say waving her off, continuing to flip through the channels when she impetuintly refuses to leave and instead proclaims: "It is Lina, your highness." as if I don't know. As if I care what some good for nothing secretary is called. She thinks she is so important; she is a joke an absolute joke.

"The charity ball is in 8 hours; we need to go over the agenda. At exactly 4pm you will be meeting the King of ..."

I chuck the pillow at her watching it fly through the air as she stands with her glasses on the tip of her nose enthralled with her tablet. I watch as it collides with her head knocking her glasses off her bony face onto the marble floor. Squinting back at me she slowly picks up her glasses adjusting it back onto the tip of her nose.