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[Kings Don't Cry]

  My fingers lazily tap the metal below them, my thoughts running rampant. The darkness in the room envelopes my father and I, along with our other advisors. This would be the third meeting to take place this week.

  Shouts and clamors could be heard around the room as the prestigious men debated furiously. I felt weak among them, I was nothing like the man sitting across me. His hair was just as brown as mine, his eyes the same mysterious blue. The only thing that differed us was how we presented ourselves. He was very courageous, well put together, some would say. Compared to him, I was only a small boy. I was someone who's job was to sit there and look pretty, according to my mother.

  Apparently, whatever I had done worked. The girls would swarm around my family and I, just to get a glimpse of the young bachelor. It was very common for a prince like me to be treated as such.

  My mother and father were always very concerned about me, seeing as I'm 18 and unwed. That is the detail which was more uncommon. I just couldn't pick a woman to be with, when I already had Jaren.

  My mind could go on and on forever about that boy, if it weren't for the bombardment of questions coming my way. The advisors sat around the table pounded their hands onto the hard surface, the noise resounding throughout the large cavern-like room. 

  "It's within the best interest of Forres-"
  "We cannot give in to Inverness-"

  "Enough!" my father shouts, slamming his hand down onto the metal table. The metallic sounds reach our ears once more before silence fills the air. "Let my son decide."

  I sit in shock. I had never really been included in one of the debates. I always watched, as it was a part of my disciplinary training in order to become king. The small man, who sits the the left of my father speaks up, "With all due respect, Your Majesty, it would be most unwise to put the fate of Forres in Prince Johnathan's hands."

  My father stays still, his hand brought up to his chin. The men around us stay silent, and almost all eyes are drawn towards the King of Forres for the final decision.

  "You have one day." he states sharply, his words seemingly cutting through the air with ease. His eyes bore into me, and I feel terrified. "Figure it out, John. Either you're wed to the Princess of Inverness, or we go to war-"

  "One day?" I ask, the hysterics show clearly through my wide eyes and wavering voice. "That's- that's not enough time, I-"

  "Only one day."

—Time Skip—

  "I'm already late." I whisper, pacing around my dimly lit room. I stare at my watch, noting the time, I was supposed to see Jaren tonight. The stress got to me, and for the first time, I've completely forgotten about him.

  Running a hand through my hair, I let out a heavy sigh, staring at my bedroom door. I had done this a million times, I knew all the ins and outs of this castle. Every nook and cranny had been discovered by yours truly, and most things have been overturned due to my curiosity.

  I stare at myself in the vanity, watching as the baggy clothes hang loosely on my body. I had worn these many times, to "blend in" as Jaren would say. I couldn't just go roaming around the town with my normal attire, I would be swarmed in 3 seconds flat.

  I walk slowly to the door, placing my hand on the knob, listening for any servants who might have come to this wing of the castle late at night. I crack the door open slowly, observing the empty halls ahead of me. Creeping through the halls was really no easy task, there had been many times before this that I had gotten caught. All it had earned was a harsh lecture from my father, but it never stopped me from going out the very next night.