~Isabelle~
“I have plenty to worry about! I am the freaking king!” The king screamed at me. “Don’t tell me how to run my country!”
“Well someone has to! You’re doing a terrible job!” I screamed back. This guy was so conceited it was hard to believe he was the king of anything.
“For your information, there are tons of people trying to tell me what to do!” Kingy said. Wait. What? There were people telling him what to do. I’m pretty sure kings made their own decisions, didn’t they?
“Tons of people?” I asked. I was no longer screaming. I was scared. If there was someone telling the king what to do, did that mean there were a ton of people making life hell for the citizens of Arsom, and just using the king to get their way?
“Yeah. My uncle is my advisor and he helps me make decisions.” Helps? Or tells him what to do? The king is only sixteen. It couldn’t be hard to take advantage of him. Not that I would. I’m just saying. “My friends in other countries try to get me to do whatever they think will help. It seems like someone is always saying ‘you need to do this’ or ‘there’s a problem with…’ even ‘change this right now’. Nothing is completely my idea.” It sure seemed like his ‘friends’ were doing a lot more than trying to get their way.
“I gotta- I gotta go,” I said. I needed to talk to my dad. I needed to ask him what was really happening in the country. For some reason, it seemed like Dad would know more about it than Kingy. Dad actually left the castle, I think.
I pushed past the king so I could get to the door. I was thinking too much to use my manners. I didn’t care that this guy was the king. He was either being used to turn his country into a hellhole, or he was the one making it into one.
“Is! Is!” my friends called from the play room. I don’t know why the guard had put us in an abandoned play room, but I think at one point in time I had played with those toys in there.
Grr. This was not the time to be thinking of toys!
I practically ran from the room and down the hall. I scrambled to find the stairs that would take me down to my father.
“Isabelle Natalie Dermen! Stop and listen to me!” Nora said grabbing my arm. She spun me to face her. “What are you doing? What’s wrong?”
“Nora, Kingy said that there are people telling him what to do? Does that mean that the king doesn’t actually rule his country? What if there are people forcing him to do things?”
“Why do you care? You don’t live here,” Nora said calmly. She didn’t understand the seriousness of the situation.
“Who is making the king do this? Who is the person behind all this evil?”
Nora thought for a moment. “Why didn’t you ask the king? Why are you running away?”
“I want to ask my dad. The king is obviously clueless. Maybe my dad knows something.”
Nora nodded slowly. “Okay, let’s go.” She pulled me down the hall to where the stairs were.
~Harold~
The blonde one is a smart girl. She figured out the workings of this country before stupid little Michael did. Too bad that pretty little head will be wasted when she dies.
That girl cant be kept alive. She has a huge mouth. I don’t know who her father is, but once I find him he wont live long enough to scream. The girl, her father and her idiot friends will all have to be dealt with personally.
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I am the King, Right?
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...
