Of course not.

''Stop that nonsense. You are not. How many times must I say it?'' You chop her on the head, making her whimper.

Carol fixed her hair, her smile growing a little after hearing your words, "Very well, but I shall only do so while no one is around, Edmund. I could get... Well, a rather unpleasant punishment if someone were to hear me address you so casually.''

You scoff, "Believe me, no one will land a finger on you as long as I am around here. No one, not even my father, the King.''

Carol puts her hand over yours, a heartfelt smile filling her lips. "Thank you, Edmund.''

"Good girl.'' You tell her. You can't help but laugh at the idea of you calling someone who is over twice your age a good girl.

***

You scowl. Your father is such an overprotective snowflake! You had just finished telling him that you and Evelyn were planning to visit the commoner's market in the city. The moment you mentioned Evelyn was going, your father demanded that you take some of his personal guards with you to keep you safe.

Ordinarly that wouldn't have been a problem, but those soldiers wearing their royal black armor with their purple cloaks stand out so much it would be impossible for you two to avoid drawing attention.

''Father, we can take care of ourselves just fine...'' You argue.

''Why would you even suggest that?'' He asks, annoyed.

''It's because Evelyn doesn't want us to stand out! My sister wants to see the market as it is, if we go with all those guards escorting us the commoners will avoid the place like the plague!'' You explain.

King Edmund rolls his eyes, "There's no need to worry about that."

''Tch... Fine! But I get to pick who I want to escort us, alright? Have them form a line so I can see them.'' You demand, your annoyance clear in your voice.

King Edmund raises an eyebrow, "Is that really necessary?''

"I don't care. I decide who gets to accompany us and who does not.'' You repeat, rolling your eyes.

The King sighs, standing up from his seat, "Fine.''

No one, not even your oldest brother would dare to speak to your father like that. Truthfully, you are not even sure yourself why your father allows it, perhaps he has a soft spot for you? I mean, you two shared the same name, after all.

You wait for the royal guards to arrive, and so you command them to form a line so you can inspect each one of them. You were expecting a few dozen at least. Instead, there are only eight.

''Where are the others?'' You ask your father.

Edmund sighs, "They had a prior engagement.''

You roll your eyes, "Fine, let's see...'' Your first instinct as the lecherous pervert that you are is to look for any female members, if there even are any.