My Precious Prince (fruk royal au)

Chapter 12

"Always an angel, never a god.."

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"Bonjour! Bonjour! Ah, un pain au chocolate! Merci!"

"Salut, mon amie!"

"Où est la rue qui vend les délicieux macarons dont tout le monde parle?"

Matthew is head was spinning, he was now in the country France, all the way across from the Atlantic Ocean from his home, with some guy who claimed to be King Francis' right man. He was wondering if he had been kidnapped as a threat to his father but that possibility was ruled off. Firstly because the two countries of United North America and France had no grudges against each other in fact, they were one of the oldest allies in history. The man took his hand, grabbing it tightly but not in a way that Matthew felt unsafe. It was like the man was trying to protect him.

Then, they stopped before a grand palace, tall towers on the four corners for extra defence, where the French flag hung with pride and glory. Before, the man could take them inside, Matthew stopped and held his position, forcing the man to turn around.

"Is there something wrong?"

Matthew wasn't sure whether he was being sarcastic or he was actually clueless but he went along and replied,

"I have figured out we are in France but I want to know why I am away from my home. What happened? Has there been an attack, are my brothers safe? Oh, and who are you?"

Antonio took sighed in defeat and then spoke,

"I wanted to tell you when we got into the castle but seeing that you don't seem keen to move without an answer, I'll say it. Yao, Arthur's tutor and guide, was ordered by the King to kill you as he wanted your twin brother to take the throne instead and he didn't want any rebellions or anything in his way. For some reason, Yao didn't kill you and handed you over to me, where I was told to keep you safely in France."

"Oh."

Matthew thought he sounded quite pathetic, the only thing that could come out of his mouth was 'oh'. "I am so weak," he told himself, "This is why father prefers Alfred over me in everything, why he wants to make Alfred the heir and not me. Alfred is better than me in archery, in sports and athletics, and when I was finally better than him in languages and studies, he becomes crazy good at economics and international affairs and even literature. Literature, my heart, soul and mind. I always thought I was the best at it, that nobody could come on top of me but Alfred... he, he stole the only gem that I had. That I put all my pride and joy in and just like that, he was gone. I hate him! I hate Alfred! I hate him so much, he took everything from me! Why couldn't I be him, why couldn't I be the useful twin, the favourite twin! Why do I always have to be the shy and the timid one, the one that everyone forgets. I know my people and even my own father forgets him! 'Oh Matthew, some duke right?' That's what they all see, they all hear. They don't know me, they won't even try to know me! All I am is the other twin, the twin that everyone wishes was never born and maybe even sometimes, so do I! What is the point in me anyways! And now, I am in France because my stupid father wants to kill me! I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him."

"And I hate you too Alfred."

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Short chapter to just get the angst cut in deep into your skin. Next chapter will be slightly wholesome and also, sorry if this book takes a short time to upload, I get really tired sometimes.

Anywho! Signing off with love,

Elvyyyyy❤️❤️