"I can't fucking believe I've never thought about this!" Greg screamed, making Jeffrey flinch and drop his book to the floor. Jeffrey thought the prince was taking a nap but he woke up from it fully energized like he took crack in his dream. And now he was smiling crazily.
"About what?" Jeffrey asked trying to read the same paragraph again.
Greg ran over to him and did some weird, disturbing movements on the side of his eye. "What now? What did you think of again?" Jeffrey asked with a sigh.
"I-" The prince said showing himself. "-am going to adopt a child."
"You'll what?"
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"When's this going to be over?" Greg asked, hands held tight infront of him, maintaining a smile.
"After they cut the cake sire." The Royal Servant whispered."Since it's your birthday and all."
"Okay but like when can we leave?" Greg whispered, waving back to some random royalty person he forgot the name of.
"When your birthday ends?!!" Jeffrey found himself wanting to scream at this boy at least 5 times a day lately.
"Thank you, thank you!" The artist said as he climbed to the stage, returning the applauses of the crowd. "We're all here to celebrate our lovely prince turning 18 today." He pointed towards Greg and the screams of "woooo!!" kind of turned into "ooooh...?"
The lovely prince didn't really looked lovely. You would've thought the people would be used to him by now but they just couldn't. Even his own family couldn't, his appereance somehow looked disturbingly out of place every single time they see him. .
"I really am lovely." Greg mumbled to himself, nodding approvingly.
"I don't know if lovely is the right word." Jeffrey unadibly whispered.
"Come on a round of applause!" The poor artist said and everyone somehow applaused Greg. "Our Grunge Prince is turning into a man today!"
"Grunge prince!" Greg said excitedly. "I love it."
"It suits you." Jeffrey nodded.
"But I don't want to be a prince?"
"Grunge boy then?" Jeffrey asked. And that was what he was going to call himself for the rest of his youth.
"You know what?" Grunge boy said mischivieously. "I think we can come back before the cake."
"Sire-" Jeffrey automatically went to stop him but Greg gave him that look of betrayal, horror. He even put his hand on his chest like a maiden in distress, like asking how he could break his promise.
"Sounds like a great idea." Jeffrey said between gritted teeth and followed the prince that was sneaking out of his own party.
"I'm going to be such a great dad." Grunge boy proudly said while they leaved. One of the younger maids put her head out of the bushes, she kind of spied on the young prince so the queen would pay for her growing manga addiction. She ran over to the Queen as fast as she could to rat out the prince.
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"Literally I'm a genius. If I have a kid, as soon as father passes away and they name me the king, I could just pass it onto him!" Greg said, he smiled so widely it almost scared Jeffrey.
"Well... not that easy but techically you could I guess?" Jeffrey said. As much as he hated the idea, it actually could somehow work.
"Maybe I should just get you pregnant." Greg mischiveously said. "You'd be the wife, I, no longer the king."
"Sure sire however you l-" Jeffrey stopped in the middle of his sentence and gave Greg a sideway glance. "You're a bottom, Greg." He said, shaking his head to both sides. "As soon as you accept it better for you." And he just walked away.
"I'm not-" Grunge Boy was so furious he couldn't speak. His hands formed into fists. "I'm not a fucking bottom!" He screamed behind Jeff, making the Royal Servant chuckle.
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"Yo, kids." Grunge boy walked into the room with a full smile. He awkwardly made eye contact with every one of the kids looking at him. He eventually kneleed down and whispered.
"Who wants to be a king?"
Silence. Complete silence as all of the kids looked at each other with questioning eyes.
Greg frowned. "I'm literally not kidding?" He said. "Nobody wants to be a king here?"
"Who are you to make us king?" One kid emerged between the others and the dominant energy of a 9 year old surrounded the place.
"Wooow." Greg said looking at Jeffrey with a mouth that formed a circle.
"I am the crown prince." Greg said.
"I don't believe you." The kid crossed his arms. "If you're the crown prince prove it."
"Uh, how?" Greg asked weirdly blinking, he never really had to prove he was a prince before, he was usually trying to make people forget about that fact.
"If you can do 20 pull ups I'll believe you!" The kid said.
"Pfffft." Greg smirked. "Easy peasy."
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"11." The kids slowly counted. Grunge boy was red, very red. His skinny arms were shaking.
"You're going to injure yourself." Jeffrey said. "Just give up."
"Shhh! I'm an alpha male I can do this." Greg said barely managing another one.
"12." The kids counted again.
"You're an omega and a bottom, it's not deragotory just accept it." Jeff shrugged.
"You motherfucker." Greg looked at him with utter disgust and tried to do another pull up, when he eventually fell down on his butt.
The kid that challenged him walked over to him and looked down on him. "You're no prince." He said, and walked away with all of the other kids. Greg almost cried, he heard all kinds of insults before but this 9 year old kids was too powerful. He got up and dusted off his pants right before storming out of the child care house.
-
When he entered the child care house again, he had dozens bags full of candy, toys, movie and game park tickets, books and every thing he thought a 9 year old would like.
"Aaaaah!!!" The kids all screamed and hugged him and lam onto on the bags.
Except for the 9 year old he specifically came here for. The kid walked over to him slowly and gave a proud nod. "I believe you." he said.
"Yes!" Greg made his arm a fist and nudged Jeff happily.
"I'll be the king." He said.
"Cool, that's awesome. See we found our king?!" Greg excitedly nudged Jeff again.
"Perhaps our king has a name?" Jeffrey raised a brow.
"Oh, right. What's your name kid?"
"Call me your majesty." The kid said, completely unfazed.
"Oooh he's spicy I like him." Greg clapped his hands.
"I'm Glu."
"Glu?"
"Like Glutton." The kid explained. "I like food."
"Oooooh." both of the boys exclaimed at the same time.
"Well, congrats on being the future heir of the throne Glu. We'll do the paperwork and come get you as soon as possible."
They walked over to the counter to talk with staff. "I'm going to adopt Glu." Greg said, putting out his royal ID on the table. The girl took the ID, inspected it for a while and put it back shaking her head. "I'm so sorry sire, but a new law says you can't adopt this kid."
"What?!" Greg screamed so loud it scared the girl. "Anyone over 18 can adopt here??"
"Well, the palace just released a memorial saying you have to be at least..." She looked at the Prince's mortified face. "At least 65 to adopt a kid."
"At least what?!" Greg held on to the table to not faint right then and there. That cunning, impossible creature of a person... That... That damn Queen!
"This is war Jeffrey." He said when he rose, his horrified face slowly turned into a smile. A creepy, came straight out of a horror movie smile.
"Greg?" Jeffrey asked looking at him concerned.
"This is war." Greg repeated, his eyes didn't seem to focus. He vaguely grabbed his ID and said "Let's go."
Jeffrey sighed. It was war. The palace was about to see the biggest civil war to ever happen between a son and his mother.