hing in life, what m

hing I have in

eresting people. Most importantly, the freedom to love. Freedom of finding someone y

pe of finding love is

and one of the things that keeps me shackled is my marriage arrangement. Somehow, I've learned to accept the standards of living the k

om of Middle Earth. My marriage to their princess was considered the best wa

et to meet. Our too-traditional parents agreed not to let us see each other until the official announcemen

gh her words, she seemed sweet, kind, a gentle soul. Despite all that, I can

cially in one's way of writing a letter. But as a future king, marrying a hideous queen would be e

nty thousand years, marria

as disturbed when some

ked as I sat up o

bowed. "It's Sir Gon

him

is in the castle. He does almost everything from entertaining guests to handl

o myself and to the servants that having an unruly room isn’t pleasing to the eye of anyone. An untidy room doesn’t help me think clearly

you too, Gonzalo,

st is ready,

y do," I stood up from my bed. "I have a lot of reports to

me, Your Highness, but I

mean?" my b

he said she would want you to join them for a family breakfast. She h

ers in the kitchen to bring food up to my room. My mot

aced by every dumb-waiter for Her Majesty

. "They're forcing me to go downsta

zalo immediately bowed his head, his hands sti

m as I settled myself on my lounge chair. "Please

Your Highnes

ou may go,” I

more and wen

r, once my mother gets involved, they expertly work my nerves. As much as possible, I don't want to see them when

and started to pre

should be learning from," I heard His Majesty speak to my sister as I put an ear at the wooden door of the dining hall. T

ister replied with her usual cheerful, soft voice. "It

ures involved," his tone became firmer, immedi

not overwhelm them with matters of the crown. They're still

onarchs in their own rights," His Majesty — James — contradicted Mother'

w what kind of mood will be welcoming me this morning. I turne

ing his throat, "His Royal High

rough the tall windows. The heavy, red curtains were moved to the side, giving way for the natural light to enlighten the dining hall. Even if James was in this room,

ted me with her radiant smile as I

laced a gentle kiss on her

tting one chair apart from her. "Hello and goo

Elizabeth," I replied as I

ersation with an icy approach towards me. This is the reason why I always hated being i

es by his name was part of the norm within our family dynamic. He instructed my sister and I never to call him by any salutation

the best example

al or celebration," he continued with his harsh approach, his tone got fir

eakfast..." Mother in

th everything?" he answered M

feast together?" she responded, still

your son," he answered

ace with my napkin, frustrated on how everything turned out. "I'm not finishing my food."

Robert," Ja

is eyes. "You were never and you never will be." I stormed

other chair move which was probably his. "I'm the head of this family! I

? To Elizabeth?" I asked, not

uld start acting like one," he replied,

s like your family," I answered. "We're not your servants that you ca

didn't say another word. I let out a deep sig

me here on my balcony. Its space is wide enough for me to walk around and think clearly. Beautiful vases with fragrant flo

door. "Who is it?" I ask

approached me. "Your Highness," my page spoke fro

rd my sister's name.

room or my study. No matter what kind of concern she has, I never closed

front of her elaborate skirt, fashioned with frills that lead from the torso down to the hem of the dress. Elizabeth has nev

n, wavy hair free as a contrast to a stretched and firm hair whenever a ball is being held in the castle. I would