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Chapter one;
Sebastian's POV
The day was beautiful and sunny, yet I was in my room, reading in a lounging chair. I had no care for the weather unless it blinded me or affected what I was doing. I had a lit candle next to me and I sat by the window that doesn't show the sun. It was the perfect place to read until the curtain fell on me. The candle was put out, thankfully, but it tipped over onto my book; the wax dripping onto the pages, ruining it. I sighed in frustration and pushed the heavy fabric off me. I lifted myself off the chair and pulled the dried candle off the page, ripping it in the process. I lazily walked over the fireplace and threw the mangled book in, along with the deformed candle. As I did so, my father walked in, someone I haven't seen for several months. He stopped at the door and looked around at the situation, then looked up at me.
"What happened here?" He asked, stepping outside to call a servant, who came rushing in to clean up the mess. I turned around to see. "I'm not sure. I was just reading over there," I pointed to the chair I was sitting on. "And the curtain just fell on me." The Duke nodded, walking into and around my messy quarters with a face of disappointment. "I see your job has you as busy as ever." He says sarcastically, moving behind my large desk covered in books and sitting in the chair. I ran my hand through my hair, stepping over to in front of him and sat down in the wooden chair. "I don't need your criticism right now." I mumbled, rubbing my eye. "What is it that you want?"
I never mentioned my father's hate for my career. I'm not sure if it's jealously or disappointment but it's torn us apart. The only time I see him is at parties and meetings, which are rare.
"I want you to quit." I looked at him sharply, shocked at what he said. I shook my head slowly. "I don't think so." My father picked up a quill that laid next to him and spoke while twisting it in his hand. "I want you to quit so that your brother can take the job." I laughed aloud, throwing my head back. He set the quill down, looking at me with a dead serious look. I stopped laughing and sat back, looking him dead in the eye. "Now why would I do that?" I asked in a cruel tone. He smiled, but not in a lightening way, his smile looked evil. "I'm glad you asked," he said, lifting himself from the chair and standing. "If you don't step down, I'll have you killed and your brother will take your place anyways." I quickly stood up to match him. "Why? What do you get out of it?"
"I practically control your brother," he said. "It would basically be me having the job, just not me." He walked back over to the door, opening it, then turned to face me. "I'll be expecting your resignation by the end of the week." And just like that, he left.
Resigning wouldn't be the hard part. The hard part would be having to live with giving up my job to my brother, whom wouldn't be right for job. My brother doesn't know much about the world or our country specifically, being three years younger than me. Since he's my brother, the king would hire him for my position, even though he's younger. I am confident that my father would try to take over on my job, trying to get close to the king and whisper horrible ideas into his ear.
Seeming that I have until the end of the week, and it's Tuesday, so I don't have much time to think about my decision. Walking over to my bookcase from my desk, I looked at the selection of literature, thinking about what I could do. I ran my fingers overs the spines and titles, feeling the hard fabric. I sighed once more and stepped over to the length mirror, looking at my lazy self. My shortish, dirty blonde hair was messy, like I just woke up, and I was wearing a bath robe. I got up several hours ago, I just didn't want to get dressed; today was to be my lazy day. But that has changed due to my father.
After getting dressed, I went out to the stables. I don't go there often, not even for traveling; I usually travel by carriage. I knew exactly where I wanted to go, and I had to get there fast, hence the horse. After I grabbed the closest one and hopped on, headed towards Palin.
Hey, sorry again for the short chapter, I'll try harder next time! Thanks for reading, Starburst_Remix
