*ON HOLD* Broken Binds

Chapter Four

Ramiel's P.O.V

You know what I love? Stars. I don't know why, but they absolutely fascinate me.

That made me sound really girly.

I sighed staring at the bright sunny sky wishing the sun would set so I could watch the stars.

"Why are you looking so down son?" A voice rang throughout my room bringing me from my thoughts.

It was my father.

"May I help you father?" I scowled my mood worsening.

Its not like I hated my dad. Honestly I didn't.

But, like most sons and fathers, there are many things we didn't agree on.

One of those things was his insistence of me instantly taking over the throne.

"Do not speak to me that way. I am your father and king. Show me respect." He ground out of his clenched teeth.

I turned my back to him and rolled my eyes. Even when we were alone, he insisted on speaking formally.

"How may I help you Master?" I mocked sarcastically, turning to face him once again.

He glared at my blatant show of disrespect.

"You know, I thought that when you finally became 18 you would grow up and man up to your responsibilities!" He shouted.

I sighed knowing where this conversation was going. In the weeks leading up to my eighteenth birthday, his persistence was becoming unbearable.

That was the cause of all of our arguments now-a-days.

He wanted me to take the throne. I didn't want to take the throne. Simple as that.

"I only turned 18 last week." I stated, knowing he didn't care. In his mind I turned eighteen three years ago.

"Ramiel, its time to stop being a child and start being a king! You have a kingdom to run. Your kingdom!" He yelled, his face beet red portraying how furious he was.

"No, its your kingdom! I never wanted the kingdom! I never asked for it! Its not fair that your throwing everything on me!" I yelled back just as furious.

"You do not have a choice. It is your fate. You are the only heir." He said his voice not as loud.

"Well, if you didn't kill off your other son I wouldn't be the only heir." As soon as the bitter words left my lips I instantly regretted them.

My father inhaled sharply. I knew my older brother was still a sore subject for both of us.

I knew it wasn't his fault. And I knew he blamed himself. But I couldn't help it, I was seething. I was furious and angry and bitter.

Him shoving all of these responsibilities on my shoulders was weighing me down and stressing me out.

He was grieving, but so was I.

"Dad..." I wanted to reach out to him. Guilt filled me as pain flashed within his eyes.

He flinched away from my touch.

"I - I'm going to eat out tonight. Don't wait up." He mumbled and fled the room.

I sighed in frustration, gripping the ends of my hair and sitting on the edge of my bed.

"What's up my ho?" My best friends, Sebastian's, voice rang out as he entered my room.

"What's up with you?" He asked cheerily.