Reign

16. Cruel days of summer

Note: Hey everyone! I wish I could update earlier, but I had a difficult and demanding week. I had all of you supporting me with your comments and reads. I want to thank each and everyone of you for you. More than a thousand reads in a week! Can you imagine? I couldn't achieve it without your help! Thank you all! 

Well, I really don't know if you are going to like this chapter, so I need feedback.  All of you from the beginning keep saying that you want to see Roselyn pretty. As you might have seen in the multimedia section, she was pretty from the beginning. But she was shy and unconfident. This is going to change. I don't want you to see her as the ugly woman who becomes pretty, but as a strong and assertive leader.

One more thing: as I have said before, "Reign" is proceeding according to a certain plan, and I cannot change many things. Most of the chapters/ dialogues are already written, so I have to tell you that the end is very dramatic.

This chapter is dedicated to all of us who were rejected or mocked by others. Learn to respect to and protect yourself, because it's what you were given, and nobody is better than you. Especially this chapter belongs to the one and only @jinwen2509. Thank you for being here!  Read the chapter and listen to the song on your right simultaneously!                         

                             16. Cruel days of summer

"Vous êtes belles, mais vous êtes vides.... On ne peut pas mourir pour vous." “You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. One could not die for you.”

The little prince, Antoine de Saint- Exupery

 “But your Majesty, the diagram here shows an increase in the rates within the next three months.”

Fuck you and your bloody diagram.

Alexander was tapping his pen to the long conference table continuously. That new Deputy Minister of Finance and his geeky style were beyond annoying. Because he had that Harvard degree, he pretended to know everything. He disliked his attitude. That’s why he had spent the last thirty minutes torturing him and the whole financial team. Their propositions and plans were meticulously presented, but he was enjoying correcting them or finding non existing flaws. It was a way to heal his ennui, since he was The King now, and no one could deny his authority.

“I have made up my mind. Your proposition is inadequate. I won’t sign it. Get me another one.”

It’s had been only five days since he returned from his summer holidays and everything were dull and obtrusive. He disliked all the paperwork and all the formal but completely mandatory meetings. And all those people with the polite gestures were getting on his nerves. That’s why he was making everyone’s life a living hell with his demands. That morning he had forced his butler to bring five different suits, because he wasn’t satisfied with none.

He let the pen fall to the glass surface of the table and cracked his knuckles. He’d prefer taking one of his cars and drive away from the palace as fast as possible, since the weather was so tempting. It was his last carefree day after all. The 1st of September meant the official opening of the Parliament and his complete devotion to the realm affairs. But Alexander knew well that he wasn’t ready to confront that routine yet. His mind was elsewhere.

The past two months he did what he knew best: Partying hard. Maldives, Dubai, New York, Ibiza, Las Vegas, Mykonos, Cannes, Rio de Janeiro and other cosmopolitan cities were hosting his notorious parties. He and his friends were travelling every week to a different destination, and they were spending extraordinary amounts of money only for their pleasure. They were residing in the most exclusive resorts and spending their time with other famous people, well-paid athletes, music stars and actors, socialites and other royals from the international jet-set.