Blossoming Revenge

Part One (Edited Ver)

"Scary Introductions"

\Casper's POV/

I stand next to my father's Heavily polished, glimmering throne. My feet feel like they're about to explode with hot blisters and my legs burn due to my muscles tensing up from standing for hours. I'm there standing with bone-cracking posture, holding my father's crown on a high-quality shiny purple satin pillow with gold embellishments all over it, the polished crown blinds me with its countless jewels that adorn its golden base. My father's usual routine involves me standing by his throne to put his crown upon his head since it is my duty as the future heir.

It greatly annoys me that I have so many more duties I have to fulfill because I must rule, but it's not as if I would ever have the gall to march up to my father and give him a piece of my mind. Partially because it could upset my mother and also because I was unsure how Father would react, and I surely wouldn't put it above him to behead any of his children. But when it comes to me doing various duties I've been forced to do since a young age, I've always found it rather odd none of my siblings have done it to any sort of degree close to mine, but I guess I'm happy for them in some selfless way.

My mother disagreed to an unfathomable amount about how I am treated, especially in comparison to my siblings. But it's not as if she can do much about it, especially with the more she ages. All respect for my mother, but the more she ages, the weaker she gets which is horribly frightening and I hate to think of the near future. And the rumors alone of my father's punishments for disobedience bring chills to your spine, and having to experience them is bound to make sure that your spine aches, and just thinking about it makes me wince and my back twitch.

Once my father decided to finally enter and take his time rather leisurely walking to retrieve his crown. It was a sadistic taunt, telling everybody in the room that we're living on his time, and everybody else is irrelevant. His crown lying on the satin pillow is magnificent, crafted with careful hands and treasured with high-end jewels. But the amount of high-grade material is bound to make it heavy, and by the time he came and retrieved his crown my arms were starting to burn and shake. He himself didn't even place the crown on his brow, instead, he had another servant grab it carefully with their clean hands.

I look over at my mother and see her waiting to take her seat after already having gotten her crown, instead of having another person of royalty hold her crown out my father has ordered that a servant assist her. I find it to be him trying to find a power trip out of it, but he's always been rather narcissistic in ways similar to that. I walk over to stand in the line with my siblings, I stand closest to the entrance, while my youngest siblings stand closest to my mother. during this time, we bathe in a crisp silence where we await a word from my father, I like to take the time to adore my mother's dress she's wearing today. most of the time it's a lighter colored gown with some jewels and some fancy trim.

My father takes a deep breath, preparing his voice to boom through the room. "Today my firstborn will be sent off to the academy where he will be finding his fated mate." I notice all of the eyes in the room snap to my father, all of them awaiting my father's next words. "Because of this, my children will be taking over his duties, tomorrow you will be receiving your assignments." he finishes his words and gets up from his throne, leaving to do what I assume is a day of paperwork in his study.

Once my mother officially dismissed us, I headed outside to this nice area we have for when casual guests come over with a very nice gazebo with many floral accents. I walked down a gravel path that led me through the garden, there's always been a huge number of workers in the gardens. Because of our climate area, most crops are capable of growing year-round, but we have a generously sized greenhouse for the more seasonal crops. As I approach, I notice a small swarm of people that I'll be saying goodbye to, but I see my mother being her glowing self in the middle of the swarm.