Heir To The Throne

"My Sister Isn't A Distraction!"

I headed downstairs and knew something was wrong with what I wore as soon as my father sighs loudly. I catch myself from rolling my eyes and instead turn to him with the most kind looking smile I could, to hide my annoyance. "Is there something wrong father?" I questioned. My face stays passive as he stares me up and down before answering.

"Elias, you are royalty, I would appreciate it if every once and a while you would at least act like it." My father's uptight boastful voice snips.

"Father, we have nowhere to be today. Can't I wear sweatpants this once, please?" I begged. It was the only pair of sweatpants I owned because father refused to buy me anymore. He said they made me look poor, which of course annoyed me, and then an argument would always ensue. I just wanted to be comfortable and if that made me look poor, so be it.

"We don't have anywhere to be, but we do have people coming over. So, try and dress yourself appropriately please, Elias. You're 17, I shouldn't have to tell you these things anymore. If you want to dress poor, I'll throw you out on the street and you can be with poor people." He spat. He raised his eyebrow as he finished, as if asking me if that's what I wanted.

"Yes Father." Was the only response I gave as I headed up stairs. It was the only response that would be acceptable to him. Part of me did want to leave and explore the world, whether heir to the throne or not.

I would be officially crowned Prince this Sunday. I had to sit for about two hours, which is terrible for someone who's mind wanders. It's frustrating, I have trained my whole life to be heir to the throne, I just want to be normal. The only thing stopping me from leaving is my little sister Rosie; as soon as they find I've left, they'll start training her to be princess, which I don't want since she is only 6. She doesn't deserve to go through what I went through. I got screamed at when I was just 4 years old for using the wrong utensil to eat with. I had often thought about taking her with me but realized it wasn't right. Plus, father will be absolutely distraught with BOTH heirs to the throne gone.

I put on a nice black and white suit and a black over cloak; All I really had was black and white clothes honestly. I fixed my tie and cringed at just how much I looked like my father. I was often quiet and to myself with my head in a book, reading to myself or Rosie; maybe even playing guitar or drawing/painting. My father forced my head to look up at other people so they could see my face quite a bit. I observed and stayed away from who I needed too, only really talking to my best friend Aliana. She's a sweetheart and the only one of my "friend group" who really had any idea what I go through with my father. She has money, and I mean a boat load of it. I often told my father of how rich she is, and fathers only response is, "She's not richer than us Elias. As far as I'm concerned, she's insignificant."

My father loved boasting about his money and talking about just how much we owned. Of course, he expected the same of me, and of Rosie, but mostly of me. He always said, 'As heir to the throne you must boast accordingly Elias. We mustn't have people thinking were poor little prince.' My dad always called me Prince, ever since I can remember. He usually only called me Elias when he scolded me though. I never knew if it was a legitimate nickname or if it was him constantly reminding me and himself that that's what I'd be.

I sighed and headed to Rosie's room to see what she's up to. I smiled as I watched her play with her barbies and dramatically gasped as they were running away from the goblin king. She giggled looking back at me for a moment.

"No Elias you aren't supposed to gasp yet. You must wait until they jump from one end of the crumbling mountain to the other." She corrected smartly. "Oh? Do forgive me, my apologies your highness." I said covering my mouth to keep any other noise from coming out. Soon enough they jumped from one end of the mountain to the other, and I let out the loudest gasp I could, making Rosie giggle and fall backwards kicking her feet. This made me let out an audible chuckle myself as I picked her up and hugged her tightly to me. My little Rosie, I'd slay a beast for her if she wished it. I'd buy her the stars and the moon, I'd save up to buy the earth, if she asked it of me, I'd find a way.