*This video made me cry...*
"How did this happen?!" King Edward yelled, charging into the throne room, "there were guards at every door!"
"Sire, we didn't know-" one of the knights tried.
"You didn't know?! Of course you didn't, he's dead!" The King yelled.
"We are sorry..." the knight said.
"I'm sure you are, now get out of my sight," the King snapped.
"Yes, Sire," they said, scurrying out of the room. As soon as the knights were out of the room, the King pick the nearest object up, chucking it at the wall. Kaolin winced at the loud shattering sound it made.
"Expensive, Sire," he said.
"I. Don't. Care," the king said, heaving, his face red, his hair sticking up everywhere.
"You must calm down, Sire," Kaolin sighed.
"That was our only way to get her back, Kaolin!" King Edward yelled, "how did this happen?"
"I do not know, Sire," Kaolin said.
"What am I to do now?" The King asked himself.
"We must think of another way to get her back," Kaolin said.
"I don't have another way!" The King yelled.
"We know who has her, and where she is," Kaolin said.
"Yes, I know," Ed said.
"That's where you start," Kaolin told him. "Now, how long has it been since you slept?"
"I do not know," Ed said.
"Then maybe you should go get some sleep," Kaolin told him.
"I not sleeping until I find Kara! Why can't you understand that Kaolin!?" King Edward yelled.
"You are going to make yourself sick!" Kaolin yelled back.
"If you yell at me one more time, I will hang you," The King warned.
"What has happened to you, Sire?" Kaolin asked.
"I do not have to answer to you," Ed snapped.
"You are right, but you are not being yourself, Sire," Kaolin said.
"And you know me so well?" Ed asked, walking up to Kaolin, getting in his face.
"Since I was six, Sire. I believe I know you well," Kaolin said.
"Yes, when I saved you from the cells?" Ed asked, his voice barley above a whisper.
"Yes, Sire," Kaolin said.
"Then if you know me so well, shouldn't you know why I am acting like this, Kaolin?" Ed asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I must be getting back to the kitchens," Kaolin said, refraining himself from punching his king, but that would surely get him hanged.
"Must you?" The King asked, backing away from Kaolin, giving him a pouty lip.
"Yes, Sire," Kaolin said, his voice wavering.
"You're getting angry," the King pointed out.
"I am, Sire," Kaolin said.
"Good," The King smiled.
"I'm going to go," Kaolin said, walking to the door.
"Goodnight, Kaolin," the King said, sighing as he sat down in his throne.
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The King
FanfictionKing Edward. If there's one word to describe him, it's ruthless, or cruel. He's know as the leader in one of the biggest countries in this time, England. After his fathers passing, Edward became hard and cold, never came out of the castle to visit...
