The Baker Boys

Chapter 6

Will's POV (Surprise!!)

"Mr. Henery?" I groan and rub my eyes before glancing at one of our maids. She was wearing a white top and black jeans, like the rest of the maids and butlers.                 

"Yes, Sophia?" I sat up resting my back onto the headboard. Rubbing my face with my hands. I went to read the clock that was next to my bed. 8:52 am. I groan again.

"You're father would like to see you." I nod my head and she turns to leave but she adds, "In 3 minutes." I stretch my body and throw the covers off before heading towards the bathroom to do my business. I grumble on the way out at the mess before me. 

Unlike other households that might have maids, we clean our own rooms instead of having someone else do it for us. My father says it has to do with responsibility. 

I leave my room 3 minutes later. My father was going to be pissed, but he knows punctuality is not my strong suit. Walking out of my large room I made my way across the castle that I call home. It's bigger than it looks, and it's a total pain in my ass.

It took me a few minutes to get to my parent's room. Once I got there I knock and wait for a response before opening the door. The first thing I notice the drawn curtains shining a bright light to my eyes. Once my vision clears I see my dad laying in bed. My mother was probably out in the garden shooting a bow or something like that. 

Their room was double the size of mine, and my room was pretty impressive. My father had their room decorated in a more modern style, despite the architecture of the castle. They had a cal king bed and a marble fireplace across from it. A huge plasma TV was above that, playing some kind of show. Below one of the windows was a desk build just to fit my father, and it was currently a mess. As well as my mother's vanity on the opposite side of the room.

"You're late." My father said coughing in between words. I shuffle towards his side of the bed with a grimace.  

"Sorry father," I solemnly gaze over his body and notice his pale skin, sunken eyes, and weak stature.

"Look son, I didn't tell you to come here so we can talk about this, I wanted to talk about something else," If you need to know anything about my father, he only talks about a couple of things; 1, How the kingdom is doing, 2, His health, 3, And me finding a wife. Lately, it's been all three, "You know that I'm not feeling well and soon it's my time to go, you know that," I nodded letting him continue. "When it's my time to go, I want you to be strong for me, okay? Be strong for your mother and Daniel. Please. I know it'll be hard on you, but you just like me and hide it. I need you to keep them sane, keep them alive. Please, son, tell them I love them. They have to know that-" 

"Father, please. They know that. I promise. Please don't do this. You can tell them yourself okay? Because you're not going anywhere anytime soon. Like you said, I'm just like you, and we're stronger than we think. You're a King for heaven's sake. You're supposed to be strong. You were practically born into like Danny and I." My voice got quieter and quieter as I spoke. "You love them and they love you. We all do. We all are gonna be fine. Even Pa will be fine."

"You always know what to say to me, Son. You'll make a great King," He smirks at me, "But you do know you need a Queen, right? I've invited many beautiful girls to the kingdom, Will..."

"Father-" I pull a chair from the desk and sit on it backwards, resting my head into my arms. 

"You need to get married, son. For me," 

"Father how many times have I told you I don't want to get married. I still have a lot of time." 

The truth is, of course, I want to get married. Who doesn't? It's just I don't want it to be just for the wellbeing of the Kingdom. I can rule just fine by myself, but I want to marry for love. As cliche as that sounds. I've never really had any love interest growing up and I know it'll be hard to handle a wife I don't even know. I hate being forced into this, and he knows this.