Chapter 2

A Chapter by Angelin Lee

"Priest Obadiah, I refuse to study, no matter what happens! I refuse to hear anymore of this matter, do you understand me? Otherwise, I'll ask my father to behead you right here and right now!" screamed Prince Edward.

This was 5 years ago, when Edward is seventeen years old.

"Your Highness, you are putting me in a very difficult spot. The king is holding me responsible for your actions and he is threatening me if you do not study, he will punish me and all of the priests by reducing our meals! Please, understand my situation." said Priest Obadiah.

"I said, I will listen to none of this! I'm going outside now, and stop nagging me!"

"Your Highness!"

Edward would listen to none of this as he closed the door behind him.

However, the moment Edward left the room, a spark of determination and hatred for the royal family burned inside Priest Obadiah. A determination to control the country. A determination to take the throne for himself. A determination to kill the royal family.

While he is being dressed and bathed by another priest named James who have served him all his life, Edward said ," Obadiah is absolutely the most irritating person I have met in my life! He is like a bee who constantly buzzes around my ear, producing an sound that displeases me more than anything else."

"I'm sure he has his reasons for doing so. Everyone is feeling the pressure from the king, mainly due to the rumors of a revolution that is coming up."

"Well, I suppose so. However, I just don't like anyone constantly lecturing me all the time."

"Let's not talk about unhappy things. Come, let's go for your favorite fencing and history lessons."

As much as Edward hated having lessons, he enjoyed fencing and history lessons, as those two lessons allows him to imagine the day that he takes over the kingdom

While he fantasies about his future, gloomy dark clouds outside the castle warn of an impending danger.

Right after his lessons, Priest James poked his head through the doorway and said

"Your Highness. King Charles have summoned for your presence immediately. "

"Now, what does he want with me again?"

"I have no idea, really. "

"Oh well, I guess that I must comply then. "

At the Throne Room, King Charles sat at his throne, waiting impatiently for his son. King Charles is a thin and tall man. A sense of royalty hung around him, as a result of strict teaching of wisdom passed down on to him by his own father.

"Son, I have been hearing rumors that you are refusing to comply to the priests' instructions."

"Father, what they are teaching me is useless!"

"Son, I hope you understand. In the future, you are going to carry on the great burden country, the hopes of the citizens that rely on you to protect them, just like what your ancestors have been doing."

"Yes, Father, I do understand the burden that is going to be on my shoulders some day. However, I simply don't understand why must I learn all this? Isn't being a king all about sitting on a throne?"

At this moment, an angry King Charles rose menacingly from his throne.

"ALL ABOUT SITTING ON A THRONE?! Before your mother passed away, her last words were ," I hope that after our son grows up, he will become one of the greatest kings ever. Charles, tutor him well, and make that happen."

He grabbed Edward's hand and showed him the Emblem.

The Emblem is a birthmark that appears on the palm of every past king. Whoever holds that birthmark, is rumored to be a great king. The Emblem appears in the shape of the shield. A similar birthmark appears on both Edward and Charles' palms.

"Son, this is what defines you as the king. If it weren't for the Emblem, I would have suspect whether you are my son or not."

Edward's hands shook. His lips trembled, and his father's words kept swirling in his mind.

Son, this is what defines you as the king. If it weren't for the Emblem, I would have suspect whether you are my son or not...

Son, this is what defines you as the king. If it weren't...

Son...

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