My Black Inheritance

10

~ Prince Maxwell's POV ~

Why am I worrying? Is worrying going to make the situation any better? Worrying will not change the situation, so it is best to focus on finding solutions instead.

I often find myself feeling nervous and anxious about things that I cannot control, and this can cause me to worry unnecessarily.

Despite the fact that my current situation was not as bad as it could have been, I couldn't help but feel the familiar anxiety and fear that comes with the unknown.

Despite my attempts to remain positive, I was still overwhelmed by feelings of uncertainty and apprehension.

My problem was... Princess Estelle.

Despite my best efforts, I could not shake the feeling that Princess Estelle was the source of my unease. I sent her a letter two days ago and it was supposed to arrive on that exact day.

However, I had yet to receive a response, leading me to become even more anxious.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't rid myself of my apprehensions about Princess Estelle. With my letter sent but not yet replied to, my worries only increased.

What if she's not from the Abbott family and she was lying? I was filled with dread at the thought of being deceived, and the possibility of being betrayed by someone I thought I could trust.

So I decided to stay all night and think about the situation. I couldn't bear to let the doubt linger, so I made a commitment to myself to get to the bottom of the problem - no matter what the cost. Even if it meant no sleeping.

So that is exactly what I did. I sat up in my bed for the whole night. I refused to close my eyes, determined to stay awake until Timothy arrived. Focusing on the task at hand, I was relentless in my dedication to remain vigilant until I saw Timothy again.

When Timoth had knocked on my door at his usual hour, I jolted at the sound. Timoth's familiar knock both surprised me and eased my worries.

"Prince Maxwell, it is time to wake up," Timothy announced, opening my door.

I didn't answer at first. I was exhausted and did not have the energy to respond to Timothy's request.

I groaned in response, my eyes still closed, not wanting to make the effort to rise. Timothy noted, shaking his head.

Timothy stepped into the room. "Prince Maxwell, it is time to rise," he said.

"Come now," he said, stepping over to open the window to let the sunshine in and to blind me. "It is time to start the day."

"You have breakfast with your parents. You don't want to be late, do you?" Timothy continued, softly but firmly.

"Get up then," Timothy concluded, "and get ready for breakfast. Let's not keep your parents waiting, shall we?"

Timothy's words had the desired effect and I slowly started to wake up. I begrudgingly accepted his advice, forcing my tired body to rise from the bed and begin the day.

Timothy smiled as I slowly walked to the bathroom. He was pleased to see me take action, even if it wasn't done with enthusiasm.

"Your clothes will be on your bed Prince Maxwell," Timothy added before I closed the door. I nodded in appreciation, thankful for the nudge Timothy had given me.

I first stood in front of the mirror, staring at my curly hair. Taking a deep breath, I tried to run my fingers through my hair but failed terribly since it was tangled.

I imagined what it would feel like to have a head full of silky, smooth hair and suddenly felt a deep longing for something different.

Sighing, I took my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth. As I brushed, I couldn't help but feel frustrated that I had no control over how my hair would look.