A Princess Named Harry

Chapter 35

As soon as Kahil had heard the news about who was going to become his little sister's teacher, he immediately headed straight for his father's office. He didn't care if he was being rash or rude; he could take his father's anger, and he could handle any punishment he would receive if it was for his little sister's sake.

"Father," he called bursting into the room.

The king did not look up at him; he simply replied, "Kahil, the way you have entered is incredibly disrespectful. Just what happened to your etiquette?"

"Do I need to follow such a thing just to see my father?" Kahil asked.

"Yes," answered the king. "Because I am not just your father, I'm also the king, and as you can see, I'm quite busy."

"Father is always busy."

He sighed, "If you would have followed the proper protocol, I would have seen you eventually."

Such a ridiculous statement could only make Kahil laugh. "See me? When exactly? You would never do that. Ha, Father, do you even know how old I am?"

The king immediately responded, "Six."

Kahil was silent for a moment. He sighed, laughed, and then smiled. He had expected that kind of wrong answer from his father.

"You're wrong," he said soullessly. "Father, I am eight, and Kaitlyn is six, but you didn't know that either, did you?" He laughed more. "Of course, you didn't, and now you're going to put Kaitlyn through the same hellish pain as me." His expression was that of a scorned child's. "I wonder if you should even have the title of father."

He waited for his father's response, but when he did not say anything, Kahil grew angrier.

"You don't know about anything going on in your palace, yet you somehow rule over an entire kingdom! I wonder if someone as ignorant as you are deserves to have the title of king."

The king froze; he had become dead still. Kahil was proud of himself for throwing his father off, but that feeling only lasted for a few seconds.

"Get out."

"What?"

"I told you to get out."

The king's voice grew loud and raging, "Get out! Get out of my office right this instant!"

His anger made it impossible for Kahil to speak as confidently as he had been. "And if I don't?" he asked secretly quivering.

"Then you'll have to take responsibility for what you said," coldly answered the king.

"What- "

"A comment such as that can easily be misinterpreted and mistaken as an act of treason. I could cut out your tongue right this very moment, but since you are my son, I will show you mercy. Now get out my sight right this instant, Crown Prince."

Kahil bit his lip hard. As soon as he was able to calm himself down, he replied in a very polite manner, "Excuse me, Father, I'll be taking my leave now." He shot his father an angry look before leaving. He went back to his room feeling many strong emotions.

When he made it back, he was heading over to go sit on his bed; when he accidentally knocked a small handheld mirror off his nightstand, shattering it. That was when he thought that maybe- just maybe destroying things could help him release all of his pent-up emotions.

The relationship between Kahil and his father only got worse. It was on another beautiful day when Kahil decided to make his rash decision; He was going to destroy his mother's old room.

"Your Royal Highness, I implore you to stop!" cried a maid.

"Yes!" spoke another one. "If His Majesty finds out about this, you will surely be punished!"

"Please, think this through, Your Highness!" begged a butler.

Many other servants tried to discourage him from going to his mother's room. He knew if this continued, he might be persuaded by them to stop, so he ordered them to stay far away from him.

When he finally made it to the room, he flung the door open. He took two steps in and looked around the room. For a room that hadn't been used in many years, it was very neat and clean. Kahil guessed it was from the regular cleanings it received due to the king's orders.

Beautiful dresses, boxes of expensive jewelry, luxurious bright pink furniture, a big bed with the softest and silkiest covers, a glistening canopy, and many shelves of books. Everything looked very elegant and expensive, but what caught Kahil's eye was a vase with fresh roses in it.

As long as his mother had been alive, she had always kept fresh flowers in it. He hated that vase. He quickly marched over to it and smashed it. The once beautiful vase was now shattered into many pieces.

His attending maid was nearby and had heard it break. She quickly came rushing in. She gasped and screamed, "Your Highness, that vase was very precious to Her Majesty, your mother! How could you break such a thing?"

Kahil threw the table that the vase had been sitting on. "Shut up!" he screamed. "That witch was not my mother!"

He soon turned his sight onto a dress she had once worn many times and then on a pearl necklace that she had only worn twice. He destroyed everything until there was nothing left.