Prologue

I don’t know why I ran. I don’t know why I do things I do. I can’t bring people down with me, especially a whole country. I really don’t know why my father believes in me. I’m not the perfect son he wanted but he seems to smile a lot. I don’t get it, I’m not what you wanted. Why are you happy about that? I guess anyone can fake their disappointment. The Queen didn’t hide it though, she sees right through me. Sees the weakling inside. I can’t handle the responsibility. I know I certainly can’t handle the pressure of taking charge. I’m not worthy of the throne.