~Michael~
“Sir, we have something that needs you attention as soon as possible,” a guard said appearing in the doorway.
I jumped up from the table I had been sitting at with Uncle Harold. He was going on and on about some boring things happening in a completely different part of the world. He said I needed to stay inform. I thought I needed to stay awake during the waking hours.
“Yes, then I will go now,” I said eagerly.
“But Michael, I am not done yet,” Uncle Harold said.
“This can wait. There are more important things happening in this country at the moment,” I said. Didn’t matter that Uncle Harold was older than me. I was the king and he was only my adviser.
“Fine go, but come back as soon as you are able,” Uncle Harold said. Like I needed his permission. I would be going with or without it.
I practically ran from the room. It was great to actually be doing something as king then sitting around listening to my uncle all day.
The guard escorted me down the hall to my old play quarters. For some reason I had kept all of that stuff. I should have gotten rid of all the toys and stuff, but I had never brought myself to.
Before my dad died when I was four, I had actually been a kid. I had played with those toys. Afterwards they had just collected dust and I forgot about them.
“In here, Your Majesty,” the guard said bowing. “I will wait here.”
I nodded to him and entered the room.
Inside amongst the heaps of toys were kids about my age. There were three guys and two, very attractive girls. Only downside is, they both looked to be taken. Pity, it’s not every day there are people my age in the castle, never at all are their girls.
None of the five seemed to notice me. But that was all good for now. I wanted the chance to observe how normal people my age act. Plus I still didn’t know why they were here.
The dark haired chubby one sat in the lap of a fair haired boy. He was alternating between whispering in her ear and kissing her neck. She was giggling furiously.
The obviously tall, skinny, blonde hair one laid with her head in the redheaded guy’s lap. She looked upset so the guy was stroking her cheek with his thumb.
Another guy, this one with dark hair sat by the blonde’s feet. He kept untying and retying her shoes. He was clearly bored.
Since they still hadn’t noticed me, I managed to eavesdrop on their conversations. Or at least the blonde’s, rehead’s and dark hair dude’s conversation.
“Josh,” the blonde chick said to the redhead she was lying on, “I’m fine. Really stop fussing over me.”
“You are not fine,” The redhead, or Josh, said. “You were hysterical not even ten minutes ago. You are nowhere near being fine.” He spoke with a small French accent.
“Yes but I am fine now,” the blonde said smiling unconvincingly. She didn’t have an accent. Only the slightest hint of one.
The guy with black hair at her feet spoke up, he had a French accent as well. It didn’t take a genius to figure out they were French. “Look, I don’t see why we have to talk to Kingy anyways. How do you know whats going on? How do you know you didn’t just jump to conclusions?” I assumed ‘Kingy’ supposed to be me.
“Shut up Liam,” the blonde said crossing her arms over her chest. I must admit, I liked it when she did that. Since she was laying down her boobs seemed to pop out slightly… I am the king. I cannot be thinking those thoughts. It is not right.
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RomanceMichael Zanaya was crowned king of Arsom when he was only four. His father recently died of cancer and his mother disappeared when he was little. 13 years later, how can Michael deal with being one of the youngest kings with his Uncle Harold as adv...
