˗ˏˋ44: Keefe'ˎ˗

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"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Ruewen." I greeted Sophie's parents in the entrance hall of the palace. Dex had texted me to let me know they were coming over for an appointment with my parents to talk about Sophie. Ironically, my parents decided to use this one for training, to help for when I'm King and the "citizens" come to me with their problems.

If I was being completely honest, that was the one part of being King that I was looking forward to. I wanted to be able to help people. Sophie thought it was a strength. My parents thought it was a weakness. I couldn't just think about what would make people happier, they said, it had to be about the welfare of the kingdom. I didn't understand why it couldn't be both.

Sophie had told me it could be. There would be hard choices, and not everyone would end up with what they wanted, but I can help as many people as possible while keeping the kingdom running. I wanted to believe her when she said that, but my parents were actual rulers. I felt like they knew more experience-wise, but Sophie was better with people. I didn't know who to believe.

"Hi Keefe." Edaline responded. She looked really bad, which I don't blame her for. If not for my parents and the staff, I'd be looking really rough, too. They piled on makeup to make it look like I actually slept. Seeing Grady and Edaline, I didn't want to look like I was doing well. It made me feel like I didn't care about Sophie being gone. I knew that they knew I wasn't doing anywhere as good as I looked, but it still made me feel icky. Why couldn't I look like I actually cared about my missing friend?

"Here, I'll take you to the throne room." They followed me through the ornate gold doors. size of regular doors, but my parents had told me it was necessary. They impose power, show who's in charge. I don't want my people to think I'm in charge, I want them to know that I believe we are equals, even if I will be the one wearing the crown. Crowns don't make one person better than another, though my parents acted like it did.

The throne room was the biggest in the palace, besides the entrance hall. It also served as a ballroom, with the thrones on a platform in the front of the room and large windows in the back. That day it was empty, no tables or anything else out. Just the three thrones. The one in the middle, my father's, was the largest, my mother's to his left, then—as the heir—mine to his right. 

When I'm King, I want to have my queen to the right. If all goes according to plan, I will be consulting her on all my decisions, and she'll get a say. She'll be my right hand until any future heir comes of age. Then they could have their spouse as their right hand.

When we walked in, my parents were already seated. Grady and Edaline walked over with me to the bottom of the steps and stayed as I went to join my parents. They both bowed, Grady's suit stretching across his back. It looked frayed and a bit small. He didn't seem like the type of guy to wear suits often, so it was probably pretty old.

As soon as I sat down, my father began to speak.

"What will this be about?" He knew exactly why they were there, so even though I knew it was for formalities I was still mad he asked. Their daughter was missing, he could at least act like he cared.

"Our daughter, Sophie, went missing a few days ago." Grady said. Edaline looked like she was on the verge of tears. "There's no evidence of where she could be. We still don't know whether or not she was... abducted, but our nephew found some texts from her phone that suggest it. We've already gone to the police and they've done everything they can. We came here to ask if there was anything else that could be done, any way to find her?"

"I'm so sorry to hear that." My mom responded, sounding genuinely sorry. It was strange, hearing actual human emotion in her voice. "I don't know what I would do if the same happened to my son, so I really hope we'll be able to help and get her back to you. Now Keefe, what do you think can be done? You knew her well."

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