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I opened his office door, stumbling in through my tears. The fire place hadn't been lit in years and the books hadn't been touched either.

The entire room still smelled just like him.

The tears in my eyes just seemed to keep falling as I looked over the room, every surface carrying it's own memory. I felt my heart tug as I looked over at the couch in front of the fire place where he used to read me stories until on of the maids had to drag me to bed.

Next to it laid the baseball bat and glove that we uses to play with on the grounds.

I walked over to his desk and took a seat. Feeling over the carvings we made in the desk together. Writing in phrases and words we always said together.

I ran my hand through my hair before placing my head in my hands and crying.

In a palace filled with servants and family, I felt so alone. The weight of the entire universe seemed to be crushing me and I couldn't escape.

Lifting my head from my hands I looked over the desk. My eyes settled on the whiskey bottle and it's matching glasses. Through my pain I pulled the tray towards me and poured myself a glass. I looked at the barely filled glass for a moment before taking an awful swig from the bottle itself.

The alcohol burned my tongue and throat and I winced at the taste. Not letting the taste leave my mouth a took another swig.

I looked across the table and noticed a picture of me and my father, I was about 13 and sitting on his lap and he held a rifle in his other hand.

I remember that day.

We had gone hunting and I had almost shot a deer before he stopped me. He told me that sometimes hunting is done with your soul, capture that being with your eyes not your bullets.

I took another long swig.

Looking over the pictures he had over his desk, two with me, three with my sister and one whole family photo. The tears at the corners of my eyes threatened to spill.

My head was starting to feel light when I pulled the family photo closer to me, my heart clenched at the sight of our faces. This picture was taken years ago, we hadn't taken a photo together in years.

I brought the bottle to my lips, gulping down the remnants of the bottle and putting it to the side. I grabbed the second bottle from the tray and opened it, continuing until both bottles had been finished.

I've been sitting here for 2 hours, atleast I think so, just looking at the same picture. My eyes hurt from the crying and I couldn't cry anymore. My chest felt much.

I took my phone out of my pocket.

1:47 am.

I have to get back to the manor.

I rose from the chair, atleast I tried. The moment I stood to my full height my knees buckled and I fell back into my seat. I kissed my teeth and pushed myself of the seat, grabbing the table for support.

After what felt like an eternity of holding on to any near surface I made it just outside the door of the study. Julius had already been sitting there asleep.

I tried to close the door behind me as quietly as I could, but obviously did a horrible job because I ended up waking him.

"Your majesty", he stiffled a yawn, "Her highness said I should keep an eye on you. Should I get the car ready?"

I gave a slobbish nod and he noticed my intoxication almost immediately. He was up and by my side in a matter of seconds, leading me towards the car.

The cold night air felt almost refreshing against the cold skin of my face when we stepped outside. The car had already been ready and ore heated for my drive back.

Julius sat me inside as gently as he could. Telling the driver something I couldnt exactly hear before waving us both off to be driven to Lux Manor. I let my mind wander as I looked out the window.

I felt so lost and stupid.

What if I wasn't ready to be king?

What if I wasn't as good of a king as he was?

A deep frown set on my face when the car pulled up. Everything felt so different. Millions of tiny details I had never noticed in the years suddenly appeared.

I felt like I didnt deserve this world I lived in.

I stumbled into the empty ballroom and stood in it's center just in front of the painting Camilla had done.

I was scared to touch it. To ruin it.

More tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't even know it was possible to cry this much.

I felt weak.

A king isn't weak.

I felt my legs moving. I walked around the lower half manor for what felt like hours trying to distract myself.

When I finally went upstairs I headed to the west wing,  figuring I could go to Eloise's room. When I was about to knock my hand stopped mid way.

I looked over my shoulder and decide to head to the east wing.

My mind was too occupied to notice or even care why I had changed my decision. I made my way towards the east wing. A magnetic force almost pulling me towards her door.

When I was outside, I just stood there. Staring at the door.

Tears kept streaming down my face. I let my head fall against the door as I sobbed.

"Camilla...", I breathed out, hopping she would hear me somehow.

I stood the for a moment just letting my mind swallow itself. The sound of the door nob turning caught my attention. But I couldn't stand up right fast enough before she opened the door and caught me before I hurt myself.

"Azreal?", her tone laced with concern as she pulled me closer to her in a warm embrace.

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A lil short chapter for the long one that's coming!!!!
Grrrrrrrr.
My aunt started reading this book and I feel so akward lmao😔
Bro I've been soooo sleepy for the past few days and I swear the change of season isn't making it any better.

Im pretty sure Azreals pov is my favorite to write but ask me again in a couple of chapters and see if my answer changed lol.

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