Okay now before you think anything about MY story let me tell you, I am a perfectly straight boy. All in it for the knockers, if you know what I mean. In no way would I ever dream about even liking a boy! I am the very popular, well known Prince of the Lowyth Empire. Both teenage boys and girls swoon at the thought of me! I wouldn't want to brag, but I am beloved by my kingdom and its people. My servants never fault to help me whenever I am in tough times. Life is just so much greater with me in it! Wouldn't you agree?
But, if you ever disobey me... Well, you wouldn't want to know, would you?
Now as you know that about me you can carry on about my story.
I woke up to loud knocking on my door, "uh- prince Elliot, your father wishes to see you."
I buried my face into my pillow and groaned loudly, "Tell him he can wait, I'm busy." I pulled the covers over my head and tried to nap a little longer. I laid there for a couple seconds in silence until the door suddenly creaked open.
"B-but Prince Elliot... Your father needs you urgently. He's not taking no for an answer."
I groaned loudly and slammed my fist down onto the mattress, "Fine!" I said rudely, "Go get me my best clothes then." I pushed myself into a sitting position and dangled my feet off the bed. I bit my lip and rolled my eyes impatiently. "Hurry up," I mumbled.
The servant quickly stumbled out of the closet with a neat pile of tops and pants. He laid them out on the coffee table in front of me. "Sir, which outfit would you like to wear?"
I scanned over them quickly and crinkled my nose. I didn't feel like wearing any of these but chose one anyway. Pointing at the top that was navy blue with sliver button ups and nice short slacks, I said, "Help me get dressed into that, and while I'm meeting with my father buy me some cute tops and nice jeans without anyone finding out!"
He nodded quickly and helped me get into the outfit I picked out. I was done in the span of ten minutes, record time!
The servant started to gently, but urgently rush me out of the room. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I screeched loudly, "I still have a lot of stuff to get ready!" I pushed him off of me and stomped to mirror.
I looked at my appearance and sighed. Everything looked nice but my honey blonde hair. I picked up the comb and slowly pulled it through the bird's nest of my hair. I grunted as it got stuck in one of the huge knots. I pushed it through and calmly set the comb down before I got too angry. My bright blue eyes stared right back at me. Freckles were painted across my nose and cheeks. I was actually relatively tan from spending so much time in the gardens. My nose was pointed ever so slightly at end, which was actually kind of cute. I was impressed by my looks and smiled softly to myself. I was sure to get all the lads- I mean ladies! Ladies, yes!
I sighed softly, "Now I am ready."
The servant smiled hesitantly and walked out the room slowly, ushering me to come with him. I followed him asking him tons of questions. "Why does my father want to see me so suddenly? Do you know what it's about? Why couldn't he come to my room instead? And why so early in the morning?"
The servant politely shook his head and waved off the questions with his hand. "Mr. Whatever your na-" he cut me off as soon as we came to entry of the dinning hall. He gently pushed the giant doors open, I tapped my foot impatiently. "Look Mr, I just want the fucking ans-"
The doors opened all my way and my jaw went slack. My eyes focused on the figure sitting at the long end of the table. I immediately closed my mouth and straightened up a bit, trying to look nice for him. My father, the king, was sitting there, he scanned me over slowly. His focus was razor sharp on my every tiny move. I coughed awkwardly, and adverted my gaze elsewhere.
After what felt like a million years he said sternly, "Come and sit, Elliot." I nodded and quickly walked over to the seat across from him.
As soon as I sat down, servants immediately started coming out with breakfast foods. If it wasn't for the strict gaze from my father, I would've dove right in. Though my mouth still watered slightly. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably, wanting to take the food and retreat to the safety of my room.
I waited 'till the servants left the room, as soon as they did my father cleared my throat. "Elliot, how have you been? I have not been able to talk to you in a while. I am quite busy as it is."
I nodded and bit my lip unconsciously. Did he really want to know how I was doing or was he just trying to make small talk? I didn't know, so I said, "Yeah yeah I'm fine. Now why do you need me here? Especially this early." He smiled grimly, but didn't say anything as he cut his omelette. He brought it to his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. I tapped my finger on my thigh restlessly as I waited for an answer. Turns out he didn't care and simply kept talking about his work as King.
I barley listened and I dug into my food. I was eating as fast as I could, so I had a good reason to leave. Soon I felt his gaze land on me, once again. I chewed the rest of my food and shallowed slowly. "Yes?" I said as I stared back at him.
"Elliot, I have a great opportunity to help you with your upcoming as a ruler." I perked up at that and looked at him questionably. He didn't answer right away, he seemed to be figuring out how to word his next sentence.
"And that is..." I pushed, wanting him just to spit it out already.
"I need you to do some work in villages. The townsfolk have been striking out recently and having you down there might make them calm down a bit. I can't have my kingdom crumble to pieces."
I nodded slowly, processing what he just told me. I was a bit confused, why would he ask me so suddenly? How was I supposed to calm the townsfolk down? I didn't understand his intention by doing this.
Then it hit me, pretty hard actually. He wanted me to prance around like a puppet and praise him as our ruler. My expression got stormier each passing second I thought about it. How dare he use me like one of his useless servants.
I slammed down my fist on the table, it creaked under the weight. "NO WAY IN HELL AM I GOING TO BE YOUR PUPPET!" I screamed. My eye twitched in anger, how dare he treat me like this, as if I'm not even his son.
The room became silent, you could practically hear the early morning crickets chirping. My father's ruling gaze stayed on me, never blinking. "You do what I say, young man. I am your king first and your father second. You will start in two days. I don't expect you to disobey me now, do I?"
I was about to let all my anger unleash, but I stifled it down and nodded stubbornly, "Yes, sir."
He waved me out of the room like nothing happened, and that just made me angrier. I am his son god damn it, how dare I be treated like one of his pig servants. I paced out of the room as maturely as I could, trying my best not to curse out his whole existence.
The servants closed the doors quietly behind me as I stormed down the hall. Some of the servants even bothered to come up to me. Saying things like, "Are you okay sir? Do you need anything sir?" It just annoyed me even further, if these wretched pigs treated me like a true prince then how come my father couldn't?
"Get away from me!" I spit it out like venom anytime anyone even got within five feet of me. I stomped the rest of the way to my room with a morose expression painted on my face.
I got into my room and slammed the door shut. I stood there, not knowing what to do. Soon enough my anger took over, I threw my brush at the mirror. The sound of the glass cracking echoed throughout the room.
I calmly walked to the door and opened it slowly. I turned to the nearest servant, "Get me a bath started and come get me when it's ready." They nodded without saying a word and scurried off.
I treated back to my bed and sat down.
I would not let anyone take advantage of me.
Okay! Cool, well that was the first chapter of this story.. I hope you guys like it. I'm trying really hard to make it interesting, and I'm sorry if the ending felt a bit rushed. I'm gonna try to make the chapters around 2,500- 3,000 words ?? Sometimes I have really bad writers block so it might not always be a success. I don't update that much, but I'll try to post about every Sunday night or so. But yeah I hope you guys enjoyed it! I'm really happy about this story so far.

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