The Prince is the punishment of heaven. Рамиль Латыпов
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themselves don’t like to talk about it.
«I understand everything, Mom.» You’re right. I hope I like my fiancee Tamara. What will you advice me? What should you talk to her about at the ball? I want to impress her.
«Son,» Father was clearly happy about my question. «Did you even talk to the maids or just sleep with them?» Ladies love to talk about flowers and chocolates. All sorts of rubbish. Compliment her dress there, her hair. Ladies are obsessed with their appearance. Treat her to champagne. That’s all.
– Don’t listen to him, son. – The queen said sadly. It is clear that her father doesn’t talk to her much and all conversations come down to pressing problems. – Talk to her about romance. What books have I read? Just not the ones I found under the bed. And with dressed ladies. «She shook her head sadly. – Those about heroes who save princesses from imprisonment in a castle with a dragon. This of course does not happen in real life. Like the princesses, who decide at least something in life. My father kept me all my life until I was eighteen in a castle tower far away in the mountains. Then he married your dad. My opinion was not asked. In this world, a lady generally has little say in decision making. It’s a man’s world here. And even if the princess doesn’t like you, she will still marry you. But how you live with her depends on you. So you can tell her a poem. Talk a lot. Don’t let her even open her mouth. Let him think that you are a friendly guy. Although there is little hope for this. You are my gloomy son. It’s good that you’re at least a prince, otherwise with such character and appearance you wouldn’t survive in the world outside the castle walls. «All three adults nodded their heads and laughed. What did I do to them? Maybe they’re right though. – Try not to be yourself. Try to be like the prince.
– Okay, mommy, I’ll do everything as you say. «I told them to get rid of me.»
– Butler, lead the servants with trays and let them show me what they are serving to my guests today. – The king said it loudly.
Seven maids, led by Alex, entered the room. My favorites were not among them. Maybe it’s time to choose new victims. There are trays full of food in their hands. They stood in a row near the king. He extended his hand and whoever he was pointing at. On the third maid, the king tried a sandwich with pate and began to choke. Cough and beat your chest. Everyone got excited and began to approach him. Everyone but me. Maybe today is a good day. The old man dies and I become king. I will drive out the elf princess and bring back my three favorites. They will love me for a long time. Even in a week, or even two. After the ladies from the brothel it’s hard to walk. Craftswomen. And then you still need to go to them. The butler is executed. I will have a lot to do.
«Did you really believe that I was poisoned?» – The king laughed, looking at everyone. «I will rule you for a long time yet.»
My plans to rule this country were temporarily dashed by reality. Although this helped me understand what needs to be done. The princess and her family won’t like me enough to leave. We’ll have to try. And I will return my girls to full ownership.
– Don’t joke like that, king, how would I be without you? – The chancellor said, gently holding the king’s hand. She worried about the king even more than the queen. It’s immediately obvious that she loves him. The Queen noticed this too. She clearly didn’t like it. Lest our chancellor slip from the tower on a dark night.
«You can have aristocrats,» King Diogenes said cheerfully. -Name them one by one. And Zaire do not disgrace us by not knowing the names of the guests. Say names correctly too. You are still my assistant. – Call the archbishop first. Let him sanctify us. Otherwise this crappy food will give me indigestion. – The king kept laughing
– Will be done. – Said the little gnome who stood in the corner and I almost didn’t notice him.
He entered the hall. Archbishop Brahms. A beautiful angel with white wings and a kind face. The religion of the Goddess of Light in our country took strong roots a hundred years ago. Before that we were pagans. They danced in circles and burned effigies. But the Country of Light went to war against us. She crushed our army and forced us to pay tribute once every ten years. My union with Tamara will turn this shameful leaf in our history.
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