The royal family looked absolutely prosperous. Their shiny blonde locks fell off their shoulders just at the perfect angle, their glowing, blooming smile radiated health and warmth as they smiled for the cameras, waving at the crowd infront of them. They hugged each other even closer, showing what a great bond they have. People were crazy over them, no phones were allowed but they recorded every second into their memories.
"I'd like to offer my grateful thanks to everyone that joined us today." Queen said as she stepped on to the dais. The Queen of the lovely Orliandia country, elegant, chic and merciful. Everyone loved her. "As you're all probably aware of, today is the day we'll be introducing our one and only son, the crown prince."
The crowd went wild and guards had to silence them before they could calm down. The crown prince!
He was the only one in line for the throne,the guaranteed king. Behind the curtains of the palace, the king was deadly sick and the young prince was soon to be sitting on his throne. Since he was the only heir (Queen just couldn't bear anymore children) he was kept away from the public eye until he turned 15 and this was the day he would finally be introduced to the people.
"And so I introduce you with great excitement, the crown prince first of his name, Claudius Victor Gregorie Klaufmann!"
There was huge applauses and uproar as the huddled people looked even closer to the stage now. The Queen was a beautiful woman and The King a mighty man, so it was only fair to assume the prince would be as graceful and generous as them.
However the only movement in the stage was that, someone that resembled a polished crow walked in and walked up towards The Queen. The boy, the royal creature as the people would later call him, walked to the stage with a sluggish grin on his face. His hair was absolutely nothing like the gorgeous blonde silky ones of his family next to him but rather completely black, wavy and messy.
He wasn't wearing the tailor made, perfectly fitting suits and extravagant shirts his family was wearing. His (obviously black) sweater was long to his knees, ripped in many awkward places and it had dozens of chains on them. With every step he took, the sound of the clashing chains made the public irk. His eyes were almost undetectable under his black eyeliner and his smile was impossible to understand.
He stood right next to the mortified looking Queen and leaned over to the microphone. "I go by Greg but call me G." Was all he said, before linking arms with his mother and making an awkward thums up as a pose to the stunned cameraman. Only one camera flashed between thousands.
The Queen took a few steps back, she looked like she just saw a ghost, and she fainted right at the spot. "Yo mother!" Greg exclaimed while the guards immediately lifted her while hell break loose. Greg took the microphone holding his hand up. "Don't worry she's just a very dramatic woman!" He yelled as the crowd gasped. How dare he talk about The Queen like that!
The cameras and recorders were going wild now, capturing every angle as the mighty royal family shattered in front of them.
"It's going to be ok-" His words were cut in the middle when a young man appeared right behind him, putting his hand to Greg's mouth and pulling him back. The taller guy behind him looked calm as a stone and weirdly scary.
"We're awfully sorry for the disturbance." He said and dragged the protesting prince inside the mansion by pure force. Once they were inside Gred freed himself from the boys grip.
"You could've let me finish my speech!" Greg said brows furrowing. "I prepared a long ass text for this."
"Young master-" The boy started but Greg gave him a deadly glare and an unintentionally cute pout.
"When will you stop calling me that?" He sighed.
The boy looked unfazed as he fixed some crinkles on his shirt. "Young master, I'll be preparing an appropriate attire for you, so you can make a formal apology later on." And he just walked away with his back as straight as a stick.
"Fuck your appropriate attire!" The prince yelled after him. "And fuck being a young master, you royal servant! You can't make me wear it!"
The boy turned around only for one second. "Well, you can only stop me when you're the king, right?"
"You little-" Greg started but had to stop because his 'right hand' already walked away. Greg knew that the boy would put him in that suit and make him take his make up off even if he had to shed his blood for it. The goddamn royal family and their massacres! Greg looked at his baggy clothing and gorgeous piercings and smiled at himself, he looked perfect as he was.
Most people would've kill to be part of the royal family of the modern times, the living, breathing fairytale. And to be the only heir to the throne! It was unbeliavably dreamy. Everyone would want that, without a doubt. Unless there was something wrong with you.
There were many things wrong with Crown Prince Claudius Victor Gregorie Klaufmann, however, the most important one was the fact that he did not wanted to be a King.
Like, at all.