Edward

For your entire life... you’ve wished that you could be free of your ‘father’. And now, you were. There wouldn’t be anymore insane battle regiments, you wouldn’t be **** into hopeless battles, or locked in the war room talking strategies with a bunch of old men... who really didn’t care what you had to say. All of that was over. You were free. After nineteen long years you were finally free of your father’s brother. His **** was fitting too. The alcoholic rage that had often been directed at you, had sent him from the world.

Of course it meant you had to pretend to mourn his **** with the rest of the kingdom for three days. Listening to people prattle about what a great man he had been. After awhile you learned to tune them out. Just nod and smile. Nod and smile. Meanwhile your half sister stood next to you. Mourning two deaths, while you mourned for none. She was a rather attractive woman. Though she looked mostly like her father. Her was made of several thin layers of a lacy black material. It hugged her shapely body, and pressing up against her ample chest in a silk corset.

You hadn’t spent much time together since your seventh birthday. When you were turned into a squire, and your sister learned how to weave. You had fought in countless battles, while she hosted parties. Turning your head you caught her looking of you. Startled she looked away. If you became the next king... what would you do with her? And for that matter.... did you even want to be king?

After a few more hours, the last day of the service was finally over. And you quietly slipped out of the building and into your waiting carriage. You still needed to decide what you wanted to do...