His Final Request

Chapter 1 - The King

"I am the King, so you are to follow my orders! Not his!" The boy yelled at the servant. "He is a mere butler, a pathetic, working citizen! You are in my country and you work for me, so you are to do what I tell you too, do you understand!?"

"Y-Yes, Your Highness. My apologies! Please, please don't punish me! I made the wrong choice by doing as he said, I will not do it again, I promise!" She pleaded in guilt, scared for her own life.

Ronald laughed gently and turned her to face the painting of his father. "I am the King. He was the King. You used to be his main maid, and now you are mine. I do not want to do anything of the sort to you. You shan't be punished, you shan't be blamed for his mistake. I will speak with Marcial when I have the time. Now, you enjoy yourself a nice, hot bath and have a day's work off. Agreed?" She nodded and scurried out of the room. Ronald sighed, thinking to himself.

Am I hated by the servants? Do they despise me? Do they fear me? Am I... "Evil"? I wish for them to like me, I am just a young boy.

As he was thinking, his dear sister Julianne came striding in with a grin across her lips. "Oh Ronnie.~" She called teasingly. "O-Oh? You're at the painting again... Ron, you mustn't worry yourself into being in his shadow. You're incharge, so he would more than likely be in your sh-"

"Be quiet." Ronald spoke softly. He sniffled quietly, letting off an emotional vibe.

"R-Ronald...? Are you... Are you crying?" Julianne said quietly, slowly stepping towards him. He tried to say that he wasn't and he was okay, but then his little brother Francis noticed after coming into the memorial room.

"Big Brother, are you okay? Would you like me to bring you some tea?"

"No..." Ronald declined the offer, though Francis still went to the kitchen and requested a cup of tea how Ronald likes it.

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Young Francis ran into the kitchen and called for the refreshment supplier. "Lady Mary! Lady Mary! Big Brother would like a cup of tea! Four big spoonfuls of sugar, just a droplet of milk and half a cup of boiling water! Chop, chop, Lady Mary!" He ordered, reaching for what he could for Mary and then left the tea making to her.

"Hurry, hurry! Can't the water boil any quicker?" He rushed, grabbing for the kettle.

"Your highness, no!" Mary swatted his hand away.

"Owie!" He yelped and pulled away after the swat and burn. "Lady Mary, that really hurt!"

"Please, go to the infirmary room immediately. I will finish this off then deliver it to the King-"

"No! I will do it after my visit to the infirmary. Don't move a muscle outside of this room, Lady Mary!" Francis rushed out of the kitchen and to the infirmary room on the third floor.
"Nurse Angelica," He began, swinging the door open. "Please help me! I've burnt my hand on the kettle and it really hurts!"

"Of course, right away, Young Master." Angelica rushed for the wash basin and turned the cold tap on before pulling his hands under the water. She reached for the bandages and paper towels from her medical cupboard. "Dry your hands off with these towels then put your hands down here." After he dried his hands and placed then down on the table, Angelica proceeded to wrap them both in separate bandages. After wrapping them, she tucked them in together so they would stay in place. "This should do for the meantime. If the burns get worse, please do let me know. Now, you may proceed with your activities."

Francis thanked Angelica then made his way back to the kitchen. He then thanked Mary as well and carefully took the tea to Ronald. "Ronald! I brought you some-" The tea cup slid out of his hands and smashed against the floor. "Gah-Aghhh!" He cried, running over to the body sat on the memorial throne.