~Isabelle~
“What are you doing?” Dad said coming in the door from breakfast with his morning cup of coffee.
I had the information from last night spread out around me and I was trying to make sense of everything I didn’t to do. Mikey was right when he said I was completely lost. I just hadn’t wanted to admit it until now.
“Just a little project,” I said without looking up from the sheets. Words and numbers were swimming in front of my eyes now.
“What’s it for?” he questioned. He put down my morning plate of hash browns in front of me. I never ate breakfast upstairs, because Dad always brought something down to me.
I should tell him about what I’m doing with Mikey. He is the king, Dad can't get mad at me can he? It would also make everything so much simpler.
“I’m giving Mikey help with making life better for his people,” I said. I grabbed a fork from the kitchen and them immediately pounced on my potatoes.
Surprisingly he didn’t correct me on not using ‘His Majesty’ like usual. I think he’s accepted that I will never call Mikey ‘His Majesty’. Finally. “I thought something was going on. I’m assuming neither Harold nor Jessica know of this?”
“No they don’t. That’s why Jessica thought Mikey and I were more than friends, because we had been sneaking off to discuss without them overhearing,” I explained.
Dad came towards me and looked at the sheets I had spread out. “Should His Majesty be in here helping you?”
“He has other things to do,” I reasoned.
“And you are here for vacation. You shouldn’t be worrying about the politics of a country you don’t live in,” Dad said sternly.
“Dad, I want to do it, really,” I said begging for him to believe me.
Dad sighed because he had realized there was nothing he could do to stop me. “Just remember that you can stop at any time, you aren’t king,” then he stepped forwards and kissed my forehead. He went into his bedroom and I heard the tapping of keys on his laptop.
I tried to focus again at the information in front of me, but it wasn’t working. I lowered my head until it was resting on the table and just closed my eyes.
A knock at the door shattered my peace.
“Oh Mikey,” I said when I opened the door.
“I need to help you,” he whispered.
“I told my dad this morning, you don’t have to whisper here,” I said closing the door behind him.
“Oh well okay.”
“I don’t need your help,” I said trying to show him my confidence.
“Is,” Mikey said seriously. “You totally do. Drop the charade.”
“Fine. I’ll show you what I’ve done so far.” I went back to the table and he sat at the chair next to me.
“I think we’re going to need to go back and actually see how many people are in that area that need help. I think we only have a portion of them. Because I only have two hundred children, and a little over three hundred adults accounted for. That doesn’t seem right to me,” I said shuffling through the papers until I found the one where I had grouped all the info on the people.
“And the majority of them can't read which means they don’t have proper schooling which I assumed anyways,” I said pointing out all the no’s that people had said to reading.
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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...
