My dad knows something. He's noticed how I missed my afternoon assignments yesterday. Right now, he stares into my soul, dripping cold fire. He's been doing this ever since I walked into the room, five minutes early like always. God I screwed up yesterday. But funnily, I don't regret a thing.
"Elias..." He hisses in a barely kingly tone. "You're betraying the kingdom. You've let down our subjects."
I roll my eyes slightly and plaster on an apologetic face. "Sorry, Father. I won't do it again, I promise."
He imitates me, "Father! I'm so very sorry that I skipped out on the affairs of my kingdom to go flaunt my riches among some beautiful ladies,"
I coughed. "Um, what?"
He lets out a small laugh, some of the scariness falling away. "Son, I did it when I was younger too. But there's no need to lie and ignore your duties."
What the fuck? The absolute straightness of this man. It's like I'm trying to talk to a fish. No matter what I say, he'll always think the same thing.
He thinks I was at a fucking brothel. God.
"Now." He puts his serious, 'I am the glorious ruler of France, fear me' face on. "You'll have double the work of normal, for today. If you don't comply and finish everything, I'll have a personal guard assigned to you at all times, making sure you stay right here where I can see you."
I sigh and sit at my desk. "Yes, Father." Like always. He leaves.
I begin the mindless, endless mountain of white. A paper flutters down in front of me. Read.
Dip.
Blue.
Dip.
Blue.
Dip.
Sign.
Next piece of paper.
Dip.
Oops- red-
I grab the roll of bandages and get back to work.
Until every last thin, white, tiny piece of hell is completed.
I sign off a letter and another spurt of red stains the page.
No emotion.
No pain.
Wrap.
Wrap.
Tighten.
Tie.
New piece of white.
Dip.
Blue.
Dip.
Blue.
Write, write, write.
Sign.
Fold it into another one of the white envelopes that crowd my desk.
Wax.
Stamp.
Done.
And again.
Work faster, Elias.
Work fucking faster, Elias.
Start over, Elias.
You did it wrong, Elias.
YOU'RE A FAILURE, ELIAS.
Calm down.
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Ash (boyxboy cinderella story)
RomansaElias is the prince of France. Ash is a citizen who's moved to the capital. They meet unexpectedly-and the rest is history. But things go wrong when you try to change your story. (cinderella twist story, i'll try to update 1-3 chapters every two we...
