Little Prince

Chapter 3

Marshall moved through the hallways with a single place in mind: the throne room. Even from this distance he could hear distorted voices of people speaking. One he recognized as his father the King and another must have been an house guest, and as curiosity had it he would not be left in the dark. When he was in the corridor of the throne room he heard foot steps approaching the hallway in which he resided. Marshall moved from the wall in which he had leaned on to the center of the dark and humid hallway crossing his arms as he strode forward. Upon entering the throne room he noticed his father's eyes were enlarged and peering at the figure to the right of him. He cocked his eyebrow and tossed his gaze over to see a two horned lizard only slightly taller than himself. Adopting a confused look he drew his eyebrows together and wondered what exactly was wrong with his father. “Who are you?” Marshall snarled at the lizard.

Rocky smiled slightly at the young boy before him. There was no doubt the boy was the King’s son, not only was the brats hair the same aside from bangs, but the kids attitude was full of that useless damnable pride. “Prince Marshall I presume,” Marshall stated flatly.

“What of it?” Marshall growled curling his top lip to show his contempt and balling his fists up tightly.

“My, a feisty one aren’t you? Just like your father here,” Rocky smiled down at the boy, who only returned him a deep set scowl. Rocky then promptly turned on his heel to face the boy’s father once again. “Speaking of which I never knew you had a child. What is his age? His strength?” the tyrant questioned.

“He is 6 years of age as of tomorrow, and his strength rivals that of my own,” The King replied. He had tried for so long to hold his son’s existence from the tyrant, but now all of his work seemed in vain.

“Hello, I’m still here you know. Now answer my question, who the hell are you?” Marshall snarled out furrowing his brow.

“How irresponsible of your father to fail to mention me,” Rocky smirked “ I am Rocky, the emperor of the universe and the strongest man alive.”

“Hmph, not possible my father is the strongest,” Marshall stated with confidence that he didn’t feel. He glanced over to his father, who seemed had taken on a nervous expression. His father was the strongest, right?

“My you have a lot to learn young one, now could you excuse your father and I we were in the midst of a very  important meeting.” Rocky glanced over his shoulder as he drawled out the last of his words.  Oh yes, he had the perfect idea now.

The prince turned around, scowl deeply set in stone and proceeded to exit the throne room. Mumbling obscenities loud enough for the two who stood still to barely hear.

Rocky fully turned to the King, “Tomorrow he is mine or this whole planet dies” Rocky smiled mockingly at the King.