"Good afternoon, Your Majesty." I decide to call him by his Regal title because this isn't the right time to address him as dad, we are having a conflict. Two against one!
"Hey son, if you arent ready to be a prince and act according to the laws, leave that throne. The whole world looks up to us and we can't mess up with our identity."
"What do you mean dad?" I ask in fury. "Do you think I'll be afraid? I know you are the king and have all power but if it would be result in me avdicaying because I've gone against the constitution, I will. It doesn't matters."
"What are you trying to say?" This time my dad is the one that sounds panicked. I thought he asked me to leave, now I'm telling him I can leave at any time, he is puzzled. Did he expect me to beg and cry?
Mom's eyes assesses me
